Little Sister

When I was five years old my family along with Uncle Willard and his family went to Utah to be sealed in the temple. On the way home we stopped by an Indian reservation, probably in New Mexice. My Mom and Dad were told that if they could stay and extra day they would be able to adopt a little girl. But my dad and uncle had to get back to go to work so we were unable to stay the extra day. I have often wondered how our lives would have changed had we been able to stay and get me a little sister.