(I've typed, read, and promptly deleted this post 5 times now. In the end, it's quite brief. I can't find the words to properly honor my little girls. Perhaps there are no suitable words. But if no one speaks for these darlings, their story will be untold and their lives will be unsung. I will never give up on my little girls. Never.)
My first loves.
My first loves.
Emily, my spunky little lady with the sweet, sweet smile.
Holly, my squishy little angel with the biggest eyes and cheeks I've ever seen.
Until the ban is lifted, and these darlings get their Mamas, I'm their only Mama. I'm the one in tearful prayers at night, worrying about them, dreaming about what could've been and what may one day be. They are tucked away in my heart forever, and no authority, no ban, no law can tear them away from me.
I don't know how they're doing. I don't know, and I may never know. But I've seen footage of orphanages similar to the ones where they may be living, and friends, it tears my heart to shreds. This is a dramatic post, and a terribly sad one, and for that I am sorry. But I have to tell you the truth. I have to sing Emily's song, and Holly's song, because no one else knows.
Now you know. And once you've been told, once you've seen the faces and heard the stories, I beg you to speak up. Don't stay quiet. Their silence is forced, but ours is not. You can still talk about "my" baby girls. My little ladies. Will you? Please?
This is a simple post, yet an unspeakably hard one to write. So in conclusion, I ask that you would just scroll back up and look at the faces of these children. And know that as long as the ban lives, they won't come home.
Holly, my squishy little angel with the biggest eyes and cheeks I've ever seen.
Until the ban is lifted, and these darlings get their Mamas, I'm their only Mama. I'm the one in tearful prayers at night, worrying about them, dreaming about what could've been and what may one day be. They are tucked away in my heart forever, and no authority, no ban, no law can tear them away from me.
I don't know how they're doing. I don't know, and I may never know. But I've seen footage of orphanages similar to the ones where they may be living, and friends, it tears my heart to shreds. This is a dramatic post, and a terribly sad one, and for that I am sorry. But I have to tell you the truth. I have to sing Emily's song, and Holly's song, because no one else knows.
Now you know. And once you've been told, once you've seen the faces and heard the stories, I beg you to speak up. Don't stay quiet. Their silence is forced, but ours is not. You can still talk about "my" baby girls. My little ladies. Will you? Please?
This is a simple post, yet an unspeakably hard one to write. So in conclusion, I ask that you would just scroll back up and look at the faces of these children. And know that as long as the ban lives, they won't come home.
Much love,
Madeleine
Madeleine
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