...tired, dirty and emotionally wrung out.
We have a little girl, a lovely shy little girl with big eyes and soft hands. But...and thereby hangs a tale...NOT the same little girl we left two weeks ago to bring home.
I'm exhausted, and I can't post any more than this. But I do want to tell Baoxin's story, as painful as it is, and let you know about Shaomei, our new daughter, the little rose blossoming at the end of a very bitterly barbed journey.