My daughter’s fascination with China was matched by her pleasure at sharing the return trip with friends who’d made the same journey.
I went to China to find the birth mother who left me on a street corner. Instead, I became the focus of a nation’s buried pain.
After a birth country visit to China that was too much, too soon for my seven-year-old daughter, she and a friend returned on their own terms as teens. The trip helped them imagine what their lives might have been and explore their Chinese-American identities.
One of the cold realities of adopting an older child from China is that she comes with a lot of questions, many of which you can’t answer.