The eyes of a young woman that once looked into mine with trust now gaze into the audience. These features my daughter inherited from her birth mother - eyes that tilt up at the corners, and rosy, plump little cheeks that I can't stop kissing. Black or white, red or tan, it's the heart of the family of man . . . The audience goes wild. I do, too.
Thunderous applause fills the room.
We rise as one to let Melanie know we loved it. Now I am crying. I feel so blessed to be her mom. She fills me with so much joy that my heart actually hurts. The heart of the family of man . . .