To An Unknown Chinese Mother


I pull the brush through her long, thick hair and watch her reflection in the mirror. Her lips never stop moving as she shares a story from school that day. She pauses and looks in the mirror and asks, “I wonder what my birth mom looks like?”

And this question steals my breath and quickens my heart as I search for the perfect words to say. Because I desperately want to shield her from her early story and the unknowns that international adoption offers. I want to rescue her identity from words like “abandoned” and “orphan.”

To continue reading join me over at Bringing Home the Missing Linck, as we celebrate National Adoption Month.

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