Visiting our son in the orphanage where he lived revealed the humbling truth that he’ll leave behind a lovely way of life.
By KATHERINE BASSEIN
Halfway through the process of adopting our baby, Partha, from India, we went to New Delhi. Since we were traveling to India anyway, the temptation to visit our son was great. Despite our desire, we felt some apprehension. We had been told by our agency that our son’s orphanage was excellent, but we could not help imagining the worst. What would we do if we hated the orphanage? And then there was that comment people would surely make if they heard that we might meet our son: “I can’t believe you will go see him and then come home without him.” But, our desire to see Partha was so strong, we went ahead and made plans for the trip….
