Losing Ingrid

I'm not waiting for her anymore. BIG BIG problems with the paperwork that have marred this case almost from the beginning. I'm now trying to deal with the reality that Ingrid will never be my daughter.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Feliz Cumpleanos

Hoy es el cumpleanos de Ingrid. Tiene cinco anos. Cuando llego a la casa de la ninera, tenia tres anos. Y hoy, cinco. No es "toddler." Es "nina."

Y no es mi nina.

Feliz cumpleanos, munequita.


(See, I really do speak Spanish.) Today is Ingrid's birthday. She's five. When she first arrived at her foster home, she was three. And now, five. She's not a toddler. She's a little girl. And she's not my little girl. Happy birthday, baby doll.

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