I smiled a little, noticing how much of her baby face she still had. So many memories came rushing back to me at once. She wasn't even three years old when she had come to live with us.
When she'd first arrived in our house, she was very delicate, timid, and scared of William or anyone else that tried to approach her. But she would come directly to me, always opening her arms wide until I agreed to hug and pick her up. She would even follow me everywhere I went and if I sat down, she insisted on climbing in my lap, giving me a hug and a kiss.
Livy was also an extremely picky eater when she first came here. Initially, she would refuse almost anything put on her plate–until I scooped it up and fed it to her, then she would eat and smile with a toothy grin, humming and bobbing her head as
