And here I was wanting a refund

This is the child that just two days ago I was willing to give away not just to a good home, but to any home.
This is the child that I wanted a refund on.
This is the child that is a screaming banshee.

But this is also the child that tells me "I love you all the way to the moon, the stars AND the butterflies".
She is also the child that climbs into my bed an some ungodly hour every single night and sticks her little feet up the back my top just because she needs to feel my skin.
She is also the same child that has the hugest doe eyes and longest dark lashes and knows how to use them.

This is her. How could I ever refund that?