When my sister passed unexpectedly, her seven-year-old daughter suddenly had nowhere to go. With love and worry pulling at my heart, I begged my husband to take her in. He refused, insisting we couldn’t take on more responsibility. With no other family prepared to step in, my niece entered foster care. Fourteen years passed, and then one quiet afternoon, she stood at my door — no longer a frightened child, but a young woman filled with calm confidence and unmistakable strength.