By: Jillian Lauren
At the Ethiopian Airlines counter at Washington Dulles International Airport, the woman in line behind me was just bemoaning the fact that she was going to miss out on the sheep they were slaughtering for Christmas. The woman asked her daughter to save a leg in the fridge until she returned. After two years of social workers and paper work and hard, hard lessons in patience, we’re finally boarding a plane to go bring home our son. I have no words.
The dogs are more expressive than I am. The picture above is an illustration of how they feel about us leaving for two weeks. They mangled one of the dolls meant as a donation for the orphans. We found it half-buried in the backyard.