My words fail me. Her loss is great.
She will no longer hear the voice that has nurtured her for almost two years, the voice of a man who loved her but lost her at first.
Loss and grieving. Many of my adoptee friends express this loss, but none can imagine the torment she must feel now … at the ripe old age of four.
She was found but is now lost again.
If only I could ease her pain. If only I could hug her to hide the haunting of a new surrounding. But that should be the job of the person she trusts the most … her father, Dusten Brown.