My heart is hurting this morning. Our little girl has been living in a loving
foster home and school where she has been well taken care of, cherished and
loved. ...until last week. I just found
out that she has been moved back to her orphanage in her province. The only information I was given was that
there is some unrest in her province and that the government will typically
have all the children who are in foster homes returned to the orphanage. I don't know why she was moved for real. For all we know it could have been because we
received our LOA and that is how her province does things. I don't think we will ever really truly
know. I have been able to find some news
articles about the unrest, but I don't expect that they tell the entire story
and that only certain approved things are published. We were spoiled because we were able to just
shoot an email to her school and we would get an update, a new picture, a story
about her personality. Now, I don't have
any way of getting in touch with her. I
hurt so much to think about what she must be thinking. She was moved to the school a year ago and
didn't speak Mandarin, now she is moved back to her province and she no longer
speaks that dialect. She didn't even
know she was being adopted yet. She has
no idea what is happening to her. Is she
crying herself to sleep, is she getting enough to eat, is she getting to play,
is she getting any love. Thinking about
it could make me crazy. The only thing
holding me together is that we are moving along in our process. The remainder of what we have to do is fairly
predictable and we would be traveling anywhere around mid June. I hope it is sooner, that we are blessed with
the shorter waits at each step, but hopes get crushed all too often. I just want her home, where she is safe and
loved and cherished once more.
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