We need someone to step up and claim you as their daughter, we need someone to choose you to be their daughter. We need someone to say 'I will save her! She's mine, and I am willing and ready to change her fate!' As of right now, we are waiting for that person to step up. We are waiting, while God is preparing hearts, and homes for you sweet one. Arms that will be open wide to welcome you into their homes, hearts that are ready to fight the long adoption battle and continue to love you unconditionally once you're home. We are just waiting. But it's the waiting that scares me, are you healthy? Are you sick? Are you so malnourished that you could pass any day? Do you have a horrible diaper rash? When were your clothes changed last? Are you laying on wet dirty sheets? Are you constantly tied to that "cage"? These are the questions that have ran through my head today, these are the questions that sadly I don't, and wont have answers to. I try to focus on the positives, but sometimes that just isn't enough. I'm living comfortably, and you are being treated like an animal. I hate that it has to be this way, and hope that things will change soon. But for now, all I can do is pray and trust that God will rise up the perfect family, in His perfect timing.
I love you sweet one,
Love sissy.
P.S
Here is some more information for our readers.
This is a wonderful lady that not only met you, but purposely took the time to build a trust bond with you. For this I am thankful.
"I have met her; I lived there twice and used to spend a whole bunch of time with her! I was drawn to her because none of the nannies liked her- they think she's too much trouble. Many of the kids will sit in their strollers all day and not move around, but Della would crawl around. She'd end up in unusual places like the bathtub and they would get upset about that (I never figured out what harm she was causing by hanging out in the dry bathtub), so they'd tie her to her crib so she couldn't go anywhere. I'd go in and find her tied up, crying and chewing on her hands and I made it my goal to make her laugh. She loves to walk (but needs someone to hold her up) so we'd stroll around, or I'd toss her in the air a bit and get her to giggle. She also doesn't get attention because she's not as cute or endearing as some other kids. A few kids are really cute and are good at playing with the nannies or curling up in their laps. Unfortunately, after being neglected all of her life and probably due to some of her handicaps, Della isn't as "cute." She smells like drool and snot from crying and chewing on her hands a lot, and it took a long time for her to trust me enough to actually seek out my attention. For awhile, I'd kind of have to chase after her to play with her since she kept turning and crawling away from me. Eventually though, I'd walk in the room and she'd start laughing and hold out her arms to me. All that to say that I think there is a very sweet girl somewhere in Della, waiting for somebody to love her enough to have that shine through."
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