What will become of this sweet, now very depressed toddler who is waiting to be adopted for at least two years? Her papers are sitting on a desk. All the i's are dotted and the t's crossed. We can't imagine why there is no final action for this lovely and sweet child who needs medical care to save her vision and the love of her parents who have waited patiently for over two years for this adoption to be final.
I wish that I had listened to my father more. I wish I let things that hurt roll off my back more and trusted that being natural and myself was safe. He advised me to pursue so many goals for myself and I didn't listen because I did not believe in myself. He wanted me to trust myself and I fought him on this.
I meandered through room after room with children in cribs or lying on mats and saw a kind of a holocaust. The children in that orphanage, as in most institutions, were "ruined" by the lack of attention and malnutrition. Caretakers were not trained to be connected to the children. In fact, they were told not to love the children because there would be nothing to be gained.