Love isn’t supposed to have conditions. But for my sister, it did. Without an ounce of guilt, she gave up her adopted daughter after having a biological son. As I tried to comprehend the cruelty, she simply shrugged and said, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma was already at her door.
There are moments that shatter you, crack open your chest, and leave you gasping for air. For me, it was four simple words my sister said about her four-year-old adopted daughter: “I gave her back.”
A heartbroken woman reflecting on a painful ordeal | Source: Midjourney
We hadn’t seen my sister Erin in months. She lived a few states away, and with her pregnancy, we gave her space. But when she gave birth to a baby boy, the whole family decided to visit. We wanted to celebrate.
I filled my car with carefully wrapped gifts and a special teddy bear for Lily, my four-year-old goddaughter.
When we pulled up to Erin’s suburban home, I noticed the yard looked different. The plastic slide Lily loved was gone. So was her little garden of sunflowers we planted together last summer.
Front view of a stunning house | Source: Midjourney
Erin answered the door bouncing a swaddled bundle in her arms. “Everyone, meet Noah!” she announced, turning the baby to face us.
We all cooed warmly. Mom immediately reached for him, and Dad started snapping pictures. I glanced around the living room, noticing all traces of Lily were gone. No photos on the wall. No scattered toys. No stick figure drawings.
“Where’s Lily?” I asked, smiling, still holding her gift.
A delighted woman holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney
The second I said her name, Erin’s face froze. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend, Sam, who suddenly became very interested in adjusting the thermostat.
Then, without an ounce of shame, she said: “Oh! I gave her back.”
“What do you mean, ‘gave her back,’” I asked, certain I misheard.
Mom stopped rocking baby Noah, and Dad lowered his camera. The silence felt like concrete hardening around my feet.
A woman scowling | Source: Midjourney
“You know I always wanted to be a boy mom,” Erin sighed, as if explaining something obvious. “Now I have Noah. Why would I need a daughter? And don’t forget, Lily was adopted. I don’t need her anymore.”
“You GAVE HER BACK?!” I yelled, my gift box dropping to the floor. “She’s not a toy you return to the store, Erin! She’s a child!”
She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Angela. She wasn’t really mine anyway. It’s not like I gave up my own kid. She was just… temporary.”
The word hit me like a slap. Temporary? As if Lily had been nothing more than a placeholder until the real thing came along.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“TEMPORARY?” I repeated, my voice rising. “That little girl called you ‘Mommy’ for two years!”
“Ah, well, she can call someone else that now.”
“How can you say that, Erin? How can you even think about it?”
“You’re making this into something it’s not,” she snapped. “I did what was best for everyone.”
I thought of all the times I watched Erin with Lily — reading her stories, brushing her hair, and telling everyone who would listen that she was her daughter. How many times had I heard her say, “Blood doesn’t make a family, love does.”
A little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney
“What changed?” I demanded. “You fought for her. You went through mountains of paperwork. You cried when the adoption was finalized.”
“That was before,” she said dismissively. “Things are different now.”
“Different how? Because now you miraculously have a ‘real’ child? What kind of message does that send to Lily?”
“Look, Angela, you’re blowing this out of proportion. I loved Lily… I admit that. But now that my biological son is here, I don’t want to divide that love anymore. He needs all my care and attention. I’m sure Lily will find another home.”
That’s when something inside me snapped. Lily wasn’t just Erin’s daughter. She was mine too, in a way. I was her godmother. I held her when she cried. I rocked her to sleep.
An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney
For years, I had dreamed of being a mother. But life had been cruel. I had miscarriage after miscarriage, each one stealing a piece of me, each one leaving a void that Lily filled with her laughter, her tiny hands reaching for mine, her little voice calling me “Auntie Angie.”
And Erin threw her away like she meant nothing. How could she?
“You held her in your arms, called her your daughter, let her call you Mom, and then tossed her aside the second you got your ‘real’ kid?!”
Erin scoffed, bouncing Noah who started to fuss. “She was a foster kid first. She knew this could happen.”
I felt my hands shaking. “Erin, she is FOUR YEARS OLD. You were her world.”
A woman arguing | Source: Midjourney
Sam finally spoke up. “Look, we didn’t make this decision lightly. Noah needs all our attention right now.”
“You think abandoning her was fair?” I asked in disbelief.
“The agency found her a good placement,” Sam muttered. “She’ll be fine.”
Before I could respond, we heard a sharp knock at the door. If only I knew karma had arrived so soon. Sam went to answer the door. From where I stood, I saw two people on the porch, a man and a woman in professional attire.
A stern-looking man and woman | Source: Midjourney
“Ms. Erin?” the woman asked, holding up an ID.
“I’m Vanessa and this is my colleague, David. We’re from Child Protective Services. We need to speak with you regarding some concerns that have come to our attention.”
Erin blinked, her face draining of color. “CPS? But… why?”
“We have some questions regarding your adoption process and your ability to provide a stable home for your son.”
Erin clutched Noah tighter. “My son? What does he have to do with anything?”
The CPS workers entered and took seats at Erin’s dining table.
A startled woman | Source: Midjourney
“We have reason to believe that you expedited the adoption dissolution process and dismissed necessary counseling before relinquishing custody of your daughter, Lily,” Vanessa said.
Erin turned to us, her eyes wide, seeking backup. She got none.
“This… this is ridiculous,” she stammered. “I followed all the legal procedures!”
David flipped through his notes. “Your neighbor reported that you returned a legally adopted child within days of giving birth, with no apparent transition plan. That raises concerns about your judgment as a parent.”
That’s when I remembered Erin’s long-time feud with her neighbor Mrs. Thompson, who had always doted on Lily. I watched as Erin’s confidence crumbled.
An anxious older lady | Source: Pexels
“Wait… you’re not saying —”
“Ma’am, we need to ensure that your current child is in a safe environment. We will be conducting a full investigation.”
“You can’t take my baby!” Erin cried. “He’s MY SON. I won’t let you —”
She stopped abruptly, realizing what she’d implied.
“We’re not taking anyone at this moment. But we have to follow procedure. Kindly cooperate.”
“Where is Lily now?” I asked the CPS workers.
A worried woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
Vanessa glanced at me. “And you are?”
“Angela, Erin’s sister. I’m also Lily’s godmother.”
“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information at this time.”
Erin’s boyfriend didn’t say a word, his expression tight with regret.
Erin was desperate and trapped. She’d thrown Lily away like she was nothing, and now the system was deciding if she even deserved to keep her son. Maybe I should’ve felt bad. But I didn’t.
The fight wasn’t over. Even as CPS started their investigation, I couldn’t get Lily out of my mind.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
I spent weeks calling agencies, scoured adoption networks, and hired a lawyer. Meanwhile, CPS continued their investigation of Erin and Sam. Mom called me daily with updates.
“They questioned everyone on the block,” she told me. “Erin is furious.”
“Has she said anything about Lily? Asked how she is? Shown any remorse at all?”
“No. She just keeps saying she did what was best.”
Finally, we got a lead. My lawyer called on a Tuesday morning.
A lawyer talking on the phone | Source: Pexels
“I’ve been in touch with a colleague who works with the state foster system,” she said. “She hinted that Lily might still be in foster care.”
My heart leapt. “She hasn’t been adopted by another family?”
“It appears not. If you’re serious about pursuing custody, we might have a chance.”
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”
An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That night, I dug out photos of Lily. Her chubby baby face when I first met her. Her second birthday, cake smeared across her grinning face. Christmas last year, her eyes wide with wonder at the lights on the tree.
“I’m coming, Lily-bug,” I whispered to her smiling face. “I promise.”
The next three months blurred into a cycle of paperwork, home studies, interviews, and sleepless nights. I painted my spare bedroom pink — the exact shade Lily had always wanted. Butterfly decals covered the walls, and I filled the empty shelves with her favorite toys.
A cute pink bedroom | Source: Midjourney
My parents, after their initial shock, threw themselves into helping. Dad built a bookshelf in the shape of a castle. Mom knitted a new blanket with Lily’s name embroidered in the corner.
The preliminary approval came through in early May. I would be allowed a supervised visit with Lily.
The Family Connections Center was a cheerful building with murals of cartoon animals on the walls. I sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching a small stuffed elephant I brought for Lily.
A woman with kind eyes appeared. “Ms. Angela? I’m Grace, Lily’s caseworker. We’re ready for you now.”
A woman with a warm smile | Source: Pexels
I followed her to a small playroom. And there, sitting at a tiny table with crayons scattered around her, was Lily.
She was small. So much smaller than I remembered. When she looked up, her eyes were wary, cautious in a way no four-year-old’s eyes should be.
My heart shattered and reformed in an instant.
“Lily?” I whispered.
She stared at me, hesitant at first. Then, as the memory clicked into place, her face brightened with a smile.
“Auntie Angie?” she chirped.
I lost it. I dropped to my knees and held my arms out, and after a moment’s hesitation, she ran into them.
A little girl looking up at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney
“I missed you, Lily-bug,” I managed to say through my tears. “I missed you so much.”
She pulled back, her small hands cupping my cheeks. “Where did you go? I waited and waited. Mommy left me… she promised she’d come back, but she didn’t. Why did she leave me, Auntie?”
The innocent question gutted me. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know where you were. But I looked everywhere for you. I promise I did.”
She nodded solemnly. “I’m living with Miss Karen now. She’s nice. But she doesn’t know how to make pancakes like you do.”
A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney
I laughed through my tears. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do more than visit. I’ve been talking to some people about you coming to live with me. Would you like that?”
Lily’s eyes widened. “In your house? With the big windows?”
“That’s right. And I’ve made a special room just for you. With pink walls and butterflies.”
“And Mommy and the baby?” she asked about my sister and Noah, her voice suddenly uncertain.
It was the question I’d been dreading. I took a deep breath. “No, sweetheart. Not Mommy or the baby. But you’ll have me… and Daddy. Just the three of us.”
An excited little girl | Source: Midjourney
Her small face scrunched in confusion. “Is Mommy still mad at me?”
The question knocked the wind from me. “Mad at you? Why would you think that?”
She looked down at her hands. “I must’ve been bad. That’s why she didn’t want me anymore.”
I gently tilted her chin up. “Lily, listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. Sometimes grownups make mistakes. Big mistakes. And what happened wasn’t your fault.”
Close-up shot of a woman touching a little girl’s chin | Source: Midjourney
She considered this, her eyes searching mine for the truth. “Promise?”
“I promise. And I promise something else too. If you come live with me, I will never, ever leave you. No matter what.”
“Never ever?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.
“Never, ever, ever. That’s what family means. Real family.”
A woman looking down and smiling | Source: Midjourney
Three months later, Lily came home, and I did what Erin never could.
I fought. I went through the process, home studies, background checks, and parenting classes. I proved, over and over, that I would be the parent Lily deserved.
The day I signed the final adoption papers, my husband Alex was by my side, along with Mom and Dad.
“We’re proud of you,” Mom said, squeezing my hand.
Alex wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We did it.”
A couple | Source: Unsplash
When the judge pronounced us officially a family, Lily threw her arms around my neck. “We did it, Mommy!”
MOMMY. The word I had dreamed of hearing for so long, from the child who had always held a piece of my heart.
Our life together wasn’t perfect. Lily had nightmares. She sometimes hoarded food, afraid it would be taken away. She asked questions I struggled to answer — about Erin and why her first family had left her.
But we worked through it together with patience, love, and a kind therapist, and with the unshakable certainty that we belonged together.
A happy little girl | Source: Midjourney
And Erin? CPS eventually closed their investigation without removing Noah, though she was required to take parenting classes and undergo regular check-ins.
As for me? I got everything I ever wanted.
Lily turned six last week. She was in the backyard with her kindergarten friends, wearing a butterfly crown she made herself, giggling as Alex helped them build fairy houses. Dad stood nearby, offering tiny twigs and leaves, while Mom was in the kitchen, placing candles on a castle-shaped cake.
A little girl celebrating her sixth birthday | Source: Pexels
I was watching it all, holding the frame that held her latest school picture, right beside the crayon drawing she had given me that first day at the visitation center. The same three figures — two tall, one small — but now surrounded by butterflies and hearts.
She’s home. Where she always should have been.
Sometimes, the happiest endings come from the most painful beginnings. Sometimes, the family you fight for is more precious than the one you’re born into. And sometimes, the universe has a way of putting things right… by bringing people exactly where they need to be.
A mother holding her little daughter’s hand | Source: Pexels
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How Beauty Standards of the Miss World Pageant Have Changed
On March 9, 2024, the Miss World 2023 pageant was held to choose a beauty queen once again. The crown went to Krystyna Pyszková of the Czech Republic. To honor this event, we decided to take a look at the history of the contest and find out how the jury’s approach to assessing women’s beauty has changed over the decades.
1950s: it all started with a scandal.
Kiki Håkansson (Sweden), Miss World 1951
In 1951, as part of the Festival of Britain, the Festival Bikini Contest was held, which journalists later named Miss World. This event became a scandal because in those days a bikini was considered indecent.
Swedish beauty Kikki Håkansson became the winner of this first pageant. And to this day, she remains the only winner to have received her crown while wearing a bikini. Later, the finalists would wear a one-piece swimsuit or evening gown to the awards ceremony.
Denise Perrier (France), Miss World 1953, and Marita Lindahl (Finland), Miss World 1957
Despite the 1951 bikini scandal, the contest founder Eric Morley was pleased with the public attention and decided to hold the pageant annually. His requirements for potential participants were as follows: single women without children aged 17 to 27.
Corine Rottschäfer (Netherlands), Miss World 1959
In 1959, a major British television channel agreed to broadcast the pageant, thus making it even more popular. Corine Rottschäfer found herself in a delicate situation before the awarding ceremony when she discovered that her evening gown had holes in it. Another contestant lent Corine the dress and eventually finished third, while Corine became the winner.
1960s: Miss World is gaining momentum.
Katharina Lodders (Netherlands), Miss World 1962
In the 1960s, the Miss World pageant became one of the most watched television shows. The cash prize for the winner was increased from £500 to £2,500. In 1961, the requirements for contestants were also changed: the upper age limit was now 25 years old.
Katharina Lodders, who was crowned in 1962, addressed these criteria in her own way. On collecting the award, she said out loud, «I don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world — I am the most beautiful girl here.»
Ann Sidney (Great Britain), Miss World 1964
In 1964, the winner was Ann Sidney, who later made a career in the movie industry. By the way, Morley introduced a new rule that same year: he forbade the mothers of contestants to accompany their daughters. The reason why was because the mother of one of the girls caused a lot of inconvenience to the organizers, getting involved in their work.
Reita Faria (India), Miss World 1966
In the late 1960s, the contest became even bigger. In 1966, Morley sent invitations to more than 70 countries, 66 of which were happy to respond. And in 1968, for the first time in the history of the event, a married girl was allowed to participate. In the 1970s, however, a strict criterion for the marital status of contestants was reintroduced: single only, period.
1970s: feminists change the essence of the pageant.
Jennifer Hosten (Grenada), Miss World 1970
The beginning of the decade was marked by a new scandal. In 1970, a week before the pageant, British feminists claimed that Miss World objectified women and threatened to interrupt the show. And they did it. When the event was in full swing, some female guests rose from their seats and began to blow whistles, jingle rattles and shout slogans. Later, the movie Misbehaviour starring Keira Knightley was based on these events.
In 1970, Jennifer Hosten won the crown. She became the first black woman to win it.
Marie Stävin (Sweden), Miss World 1977, and Silvana Suárez (Argentina), Miss World 1978
The conflict with feminists forced the organizers to think about the message the pageant was sending to the world. And in 1972, Eric Morley and his wife announced that the event would now be held under the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose.» The contestants were also required to present their charity projects to the jury.
1980s: «Beauty With a Purpose»
Mariasela Álvarez (Dominican Republic), Miss World 1982
In the 1980s, the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose» got another meaning: new tests of intelligence and personality were added to the contest program. In the eyes of the judges, the contestants’ personal qualities became as important as their looks.
Giselle Laronde (Trinidad and Tobago), Miss World 1986
In the second half of the decade, the contest became criticized again. The public in different countries didn’t like the fact that girls were judged only by representatives of Western countries. And in 1986, Morley decided to hold the preliminaries of the contest in Macau and give the Eastern judges the opportunity to select the contestants. The winner that year was Giselle Laronde from Trinidad and Tobago. This was the first time a representative of this country won the crown.
Ulla Weigerstorfer (Austria), Miss World 1987
And in 1987, the organizers ignored their own rule that allowed to participate girls aged only 17 to 25 and let a 26-year-old beauty to compete for the crown. Later, the upper age limit would be made 27 again.
1990s: crisis
Aishwarya Rai (India), Miss World 1994
In the early 1990s, the popularity of the contest began to decline, and major TV channels stopped broadcasting it. But Morley wasn’t going to give up and managed to find ways to organize the contest at a lower cost.
Yukta Mookhey (India), Miss World 1999
In the second half of the decade, the organizers decided to gather a jury of representatives of different professions from all over the world in order to increase the interest of the audience. So, now beauties were judged by actors and actresses, athletes, magazine editors, and top models from different countries.
2000s: a woman takes the reins.
Agbani Darego (Nigeria), Miss World 2001
In 2000, Eric Morley passed away, so his wife Julia took on her husband’s work and decided to make some adjustments. For example, she called the pageant «stupid and horrible» and promised to make it «more positive» for women. She condemned the part of the show where girls had to first parade around in swimsuits and then give interviews about their life ambitions. «Not because I thought there was something wrong, horrible, and unnatural about swimsuits, but I thought you generally don’t feel comfortable if someone is interviewing you in a tux, and you are in a bathing suit,» Julia said.
Rosanna Davison (Ireland), Miss World 2003, and Kaiane Aldorino (Gibraltar), Miss World 2009
In 2004, Julia Morley surpassed her spouse by managing to gather a then record number of participating countries — 107 girls took part in the competition.
2010s: no swimsuits
Megan Young (Philippines), Miss World 2013
In 2013, the contestants traveled to Bali. It was the first time the event was held in Southeast Asia. Also, for the first time in the history of the contest, a girl from the Philippines, Megan Young, won the crown.
Manushi Chhillar (India), Miss World 2017
Julia Morley, who had previously voiced her discontent with overly revealing costumes of contestants,
decided to remove the swimsuit competition from the pageant in 2015. She said, «We are really not looking at her bottom. We are really listening to her speak.»
2020s: what’s next?
Karolina Bielawska (Poland), Miss World 2021
The first event of the new decade wasn’t really big. In 2022, the number of countries participating in the contest was the smallest since 2003 — only 97. The winner was Karolina Bielawska from Poland. Next time, the Miss World jury gathered in 2024 and crowned Krystyna Pyszková from the Czech Republic.
Krystyna Pyszková (Czech Republic), Miss World 2023
Since modern trends criticize various beauty standards, there is a possibility that the Miss World organizers will choose to stop using any selection criteria for future contestants, following the example of Miss Universe. In 2023, the latter removed the upper age limit for contestants. And since Julia Morley suggests that it is personality that should be evaluated, we are sure that changes in the contest are not long to wait.
Speaking about Miss Universe. Here’s what 16 Miss Universe winners look like now.
Preview photo credit Harry Pot / Nationaal Archief / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0 NL DEED, Historia de la belleza / Wikimedia Commons, EAST NEWS, Rajanish Kakade / Associated Press / East News
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