They Took My Daughter I Took Everything.

The day the Wilson family came to take back their biological daughter, Mrs. Elena said in front of everyone:

"Don't worry. I'll be a better mother than you, her adoptive one, ever were."

I didn't say anything. I signed the papers and let go.

After that, my daughter Aria called me once a week, her tone ten times sweeter than before.

"Mom, the Wilsons hired a nutritionist for me. I've gained several pounds."

But the collarbones in her video call looked even sharper than when she left.

"Mom, Blake took me to the amusement park. I had so much fun."