Last week at work, I noticed a little boy who seemed to want to chat. Always one to engage a cute little man, I asked him how he was doing. He replied, "Fine," and asked if I had any sisters. I told him I did and told him her name. He told me he had a little sister and told me her name. Then he called her over. He was blue eyed. She appeared to be Guatemalan and maybe 4 years old. He tenderly guided her with his hand on her back. Then he said he had two other sisters and pointed them out across the way. They didn't physically resemble the other two either. I asked if he was the oldest as he had the air of the authoritative and protective big brother.
He replied with head held high, "No, I'm not the oldest, but I'm the first!" Then he told me all their names and a little about each. He was so full of pride for his family and so excited to share their details. He warmed me to my toes. Adoption is such an uplifting and splendid institution.
An Adoption Story
Update Friday, June 18, 2010 at 5:09 PM.
Dalam topik adoption
Dalam topik adoption