
I Adopted a Girl with Down Syndrome That No One Wanted Right After I Saw 11 Rolls-Royces Parking in Front of My Porch
They told me I was too old, too lonely, and too broken to matter. They whispered that my life was over, that I had nothing left to give. But all of that changed the day I adopted a baby girl no one else wanted. One week later, eleven black Rolls-Royces rolled up to my porch, and everything I thought I knew about her—and about myself—was shattered. My name is Donna. I’m seventy-three years old, a widow, and I live in a weathered old house in small-town Illinois. For nearly fifty