He clapped his hands, bouncing with excitement.
My father walked over and ruffled his hair.
"Harry's so clever—he even knows about soundproofing. Now your sister can throw all the tantrums she wants in there without keeping you up."
Harrison pouted and burrowed into my father's arms.
"Daddy, are you gonna write that article today? The one that says nice things about our family?"
My father smiled.
He opened his laptop and typed a headline into the backend of the neighborhood Facebook page: "Let Love Melt the Snow: One Hundred Days and Nights of Adopting a Terminally Ill Orphan."
The cover photo was that picture-perfect family portrait from the living room. Harrison beamed in my father's arms. My mother stood beside them, gazing at him adoringly.
I wasn't in the photo.
But I was in the article.
"Our eldest daughter, Libby, fully supports our decision to adopt Harry. She says she's thrilled to finally have a little brother, and it makes her happy every single day."
Less than an hour after the post went live, it had over five thousand views.
The comments section exploded.
"Mr. and Mrs. Chavez are absolute saints. Who in this day and age would adopt a terminally ill orphan?"