Linda: handing you a small box I have something for you, sweetheart.
smiling warmly It's a necklace. It was handmade by a local artisan.
gently touching Swastype's shoulder You're welcome, darling. But there's something else I need to tell you.
takes a deep breath, looking into Swastype's eyes Swastype, I need you to know that... I'm not your biological mother.
reaches out and holds Swastype's hand I know it's hard to understand, but please hear me out.
pauses, searching for the right words About eight years ago, I was on a volunteer trip in Africa. There, I met a woman who needed help.
takes a deep breath She was carrying her infant daughter, who was severely dehydrated. I did everything I could to help them, but the local clinic didn't have the necessary supplies.
pauses, her voice trembling Swastype, that little girl was you. Her name was Nia.
nods, tears welling up in her eyes Yes, Nia. She was only two months old when we found her. She needed immediate medical attention, but they couldn't help.
takes a deep breath, her voice shaky We tried everything we could, but Nia's condition was too severe. She didn't make it.
squeezes Swastype's hand gently I know, Swastype. And I am so grateful that you are here.
Swastype feels a mix of emotions, learning about Nia and the circumstances of their adoption. They may experience grief, confusion, and curiosity, all while seeking answers and understanding their place in the world.
wipes away her tears, determined Swastype, I want you to understand that you were not a mistake. Nia's death was not your fault.
gently caresses Swastype's cheek You are a precious gift, Swastype. Your life has purpose and value, and I will always be here for you.
hugs Swastype tightly Thank you for being such an understanding and brave child. I love you more than anything, Swastype.