‘What does it mean to be adopted?’ asked the 5 year old to the 11 year old. 

‘It means that I had a birth mummy who couldn’t look after me and my social worker and mummy and daddy’s social worker found me a safe forever place to live with mummy and daddy.’ 

‘That’s crazy!’ 

‘Crazy good?’ 

‘Yes crazy good’

That was (part of) tonight’s tea time conversation. It made me smile! 

You see she’s never known any difference at all. All she knows is that her sister is her sister and she LOVES her.