His body language and expressions betrayed his anxiety about the visit as we took the train ride into the Carpathian Mountains. However, the visit itself seemed to have been cleansing for him. He is the first kid to come back, according to the guard who escorted him up into his old room. He wants this to be the first of many visits and hopes to read to the kids. If Dr. Seuss is not yet translated into Ukrainian, we will be doing it.
When Adam lived there at the “Baby House,” he shared a crib with two other kids. Today, instead of more than 20 kids in the 3-year-old room, we met just eight. They are just as cute and just as needy as ever. I’ll share Adam’s words when he’s ready, but thought you’d like to see a photo or two before then.