Two years ago, I was in the hospital with my little daughter. A 4-year-old boy was moved into our room; he was a miracle survivor of a terrible car accident. As it turned out later, his mother and aunt had died, and he had no other relatives. After talking it over with my husband, we decided to adopt him. He cried a lot, missed his mom terribly, and was distant with us. But today, he called me 'Mom' for the first time. I'm sitting here crying, and I can't stop. This is what happiness feels like