She plays with dolls all the time. She likes to be a mommy and give care. She wears my clothes like an armor when she pretends to be me. But when you hear the words that accompany her play, you know that there's something different about her story, "Hi, little baby, I rescue you. I got you. Shhh, you are safe, it's okay. Come here, my love, I protect you."
*Note that as her parents, we do not use the word rescue when we discuss her adoption. This is solely her application of the term to interpret and express her personal history.*
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