It’s been 5 years since she came to us in those clothes.
Every time I pull them out of her memory box their musky smell, like a wave, summons me back to that night.
That night…when they handed her to me and I could feel in her tiny stiff body, even through all of those layers,
her fear, her awareness of the betrayal…her mistrust
To later that night, as I peeled away each layer of clothing…
How she watched me through the tears pooled up in the corner of her eyes, her lips trembling, her body rigid.
Her whimpers soft.
To that moment a few hours later, as I held her now fragile, limp, body in my arms,
while she drank her sippy cup of hot tea
when I looked deep into her eyes…
I saw a glimmer of the one thing I had been hoping and praying for since
I had laid eyes on her picture six months before…