Some years ago a couple went to an adoption agency to receive the baby they’d been waiting for. Sitting in the waiting room they heard the sound of a muffled conversation in the next room and then heart-broken sobs and footsteps on the stairs outside. It was the sound of the broken-hearted young mother whose baby they were to adopt. Soon after they were ushered into the next room to meet their adopted child – a six week old baby boy. Next to him was a brown paper bag containing a change of clothes and two letters. One was addressed to them, thanking them for providing a home for her baby. The other letter was to her son and a request that it be given to him on his eighteenth birthday.
I wonder what she wrote? I wonder what you and I would have writen?