Three Years In

I am fortunate to have pictures of my children when they were first taken from their family, before we came together through adoption. They are not easy to look at. My son is little more than a baby. He is tiny for his age, but the expression on his face is not childish. He is enraged, his brow furrowed. Even in the pictures where he is crying, his face is contorted with fury and pain. Without being there, I can tell that the tears are scalding hot on his face. His expression seems to say, “I knew this would happen.” He is being punished, and he knows why: it is not his fault, but he should have been able to prevent it. Read More Three Years In