Mei Mei is doing so well that it is easy to forget just how much she has lost in the last two weeks so that she might gain a family. Adoption is born out of loss and grieving is to be expected. My baby girl has only known living in her orphanage in China and while I know living here is best for her-and God's plan-she just knows she is missing the life she knew. We had Chinese food for the first time this week and my word was my little girl happy to see it. She was sitting on the counter in the kitchen next to me as I was working to serve up the lunch trays for her and Jillian. She saw me take the containers out of the bag and open them up and her face erupted with a gigantic smile. She ate five dumplings, the Chinese vegetables, rice, beef with mushrooms, and was a happy camper. I have tried to serve her noodles and rice regularly, but I'm no Chinese cook. This was the real stuff to her and it tasted like home. It made her a very. happy. girl. This made it apparent to me that we will be frequenting the little Chinese restaurant down the street often in the months to come because I want my girl to be happy. I want her to know that I understand how much she misses her life and to know that I am willing to work hard so that she doesn't loose all of the things that she remembers, and loves, about her culture.
A Life Donated: Part 3
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