Dani, my Sister The sirens screamed as the ambulance raced up our drive-way, and I was jolted out of my sleep. Wonderingly, I peered out of the bedroom window and was shocked to see my mother on a stretcher being carried to the ambulance. I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room crying. Someone told me to wait a minute, and Granny would be there. When she arrived, Granny held me close, and I felt a little better. But why was she there? It was the middle of the night, and what was wrong with my mom anyway? Later, I found out that my mother had had a miscarriage, and she was hemorrhaging...For the third time, I would not see my new little brother or sister. Momma never was pregnant again. Nearly seven years later, after many prayers for a new baby by adoption, Porcha Danielle came into our lives. She was beautiful, and her sweet face (though shadowed by Down Syndrome) was almost always scrunched up in a smile. We called her Dani for short, and it seemed to suit her. She was eighteen months old and very big for her age but she loved to cuddle, or bounce, and dance to any kind of music. For awhile, we thought she would be our new sister. She lived with us and was a part of our lives... and we loved her. One day, though, God allowed her to be taken from us, and her biological father has her now. It was hard to give her up, even though we knew from the beginning that God might not let us keep her. She was a great blessing and joy to us while we had her, and I think we all learned to love one another a little more. God, in His mercy, helped my family and me, and we have accepted His will for Dani, and we are happy in it...Sometimes though, the smell of baby lotion makes me cry. Thank you Lord, for a sweet little sister, even if we had her only for a little while. Help me to trust you and may your will be my will, too. -Hope Poteet- Nashville, TN YWSH Main Page