These photos were taken a year ago today.
They are photos of a boy who didn’t never got enough to eat (and still carries the baggage of that). Who always sucked on his sleeve to comfort himself.
Of a boy who, in the 2 weeks we had visited with him, had not smiled once. Who looked scared one half of the time…
And like he’d given up the other half.
A friend of mine reminded me of what she thought when she first saw his photos. She said, “He looks like he’s completely given up on life.”
I think maybe he had.
I tear up looking at these photos. Partly because of Paul. Because I still see the effects of his first 15 months of life in an orphanage and it just makes me sad.
But more because I remember the children we left there. And I think of them a lot. And I think of the children all over the world in similar situations. I think of Russia a lot, because a lot of those children really don’t have hope of ever having a family.
Like this little boy, who my friend was in process of adopting, but who remains in his orphanage because Americans can no longer adopt Russian children.
10 months later…
I don’t really have the words today. Maybe pictures will be enough.