Yesterday while finishing the paint in my living room, I stumbled across a bag of clothing from H&M. Inside were photos, a letter to Kabaale, and clothing I purchased for him. It was a care-package to be delivered by another adoptive family.
That family also cancelled their adoption after spending more than I did. It was learned their son had parents still alive. Either the orphanage or the lawyer helped to create falsified documents.
Even with this realization that I could have been in the same boat as this other family, finding the bag of clothing was hard. It felt like a lost dream.
Inside was the blue velvet jacket I had intended for him to wear to church. The white polo and blue pants he would have gotten when I arrived in Uganda. It matched an outfit I owned.
I immediately threw the bag into the back of the closet again.
I'm just not ready to get rid of the clothing. Nor am I even sure I should... maybe I'll have a child in Foster Care who will need them? I don't know the sizes of the children I'll be adopting so one never knows.
If not, then maybe I will find one of my Foster Families with a small child who could use them.
Regardless of what I do with the clothes, I'm not ready to look at them.
It reminds me of a lost dream.
That family also cancelled their adoption after spending more than I did. It was learned their son had parents still alive. Either the orphanage or the lawyer helped to create falsified documents.
Even with this realization that I could have been in the same boat as this other family, finding the bag of clothing was hard. It felt like a lost dream.
Inside was the blue velvet jacket I had intended for him to wear to church. The white polo and blue pants he would have gotten when I arrived in Uganda. It matched an outfit I owned.
I immediately threw the bag into the back of the closet again.
I'm just not ready to get rid of the clothing. Nor am I even sure I should... maybe I'll have a child in Foster Care who will need them? I don't know the sizes of the children I'll be adopting so one never knows.
If not, then maybe I will find one of my Foster Families with a small child who could use them.
Regardless of what I do with the clothes, I'm not ready to look at them.
It reminds me of a lost dream.