CrazedWriter123
The silence in their apartment always felt expensive. Not because of the high rent Freen paid, but because it had been bought with hard work, fierce love, and a very deliberate choice.
Becky stood by the window of their Bangkok high-rise, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. The sounds of traffic-distant and soft-couldn't touch the quiet space they had built inside.
Behind her, Freen was reading a bedtime story to their daughter. Freen's voice, usually confident and sharp from years of boardroom battles, was now low and gentle. It was the sound of complete peace.
Their daughter, Thanya, was nine years old. She was all wild energy and bright smiles, a blend of her mothers' best qualities, wrapped up in a complicated, precious history. Thanya was the light they had found in a dark place, the missing piece that made their family whole.
Becky closed her eyes, letting the memory wash over her: the simple paperwork, the clean white room at the adoption center, the overwhelming certainty that this tiny, nameless baby girl was meant to be theirs. It was the greatest choice they had ever made.
But tonight, the peace felt fragile.
Tomorrow was Thanya's tenth birthday. Tomorrow, the simple, unspoken agreement that had kept their family safe for ten years would be broken. Tomorrow, they would tell Thanya the truth.
Becky turned, watching Freen tuck Thanya in. Freen looked up, her eyes meeting Becky's across the room. There was fear there, deep and raw, but also an unshakable resolve.
They knew the truth would hurt. They knew Thanya would want to search for the woman who gave birth to her-the woman who had made a different, heartbreaking choice a decade ago.
The easy life was ending. The journey was about to begin. But as Becky stepped toward the bedroom, she knew one thing for certain: they had made The Choice We Made, and no matter how far they had to travel, they would face the future together.