Casey and I wrote this one day in class. Actually... I mostly wrote it. But he helped some. It's a story from the perspective of the adopting parents based off of a story that is actually told from the daughter's perspective.
We didn't know him well, but Bill seemed like a nice enough man. From what little we managed to extract from Minna, he treated her well and tried his best to fill her mother's shoes. He worked hard for his daughter most of all, and that's what really matters.
Losing him was hard on Minna. As the time went by, her questions about him only increased. I tried my hardest to aboid these confrontations and explained all I could, but naturally as her adopted father with little knowledge on her birth father, this was hard for me. I just wanted her to be able to move on. But we all know that's impossible.
The disease took him quickly. He really had no choice after losing his wife; it all became downhill after that. Had it not been tuberculosis, it would have been something else. Stress maybe. But either way, it was easy for anyone to see that he had lost hope. He needed rest. And moving on seemed to be his only option.
I'm still not sure why he chose us. To this day, I don't know how the carpenter and his wife fared better than the other families that were interested in Minna. But I know this much: had it not been for Minna, we never could have made it through the loss of our own girl. And for that, Bill, I will always thank you.
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