Ximena [hee – may’ – nah] was adopted by an Italian couple last week. I cried. Yes, I was more happy than I was sad to see her going to such lovely parents. It really is a great set up. They have been processing this adoption for four years. This is their only child. She will be doted upon and loved. Yet, I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t a bit sad.
Ximena had been with us for two years. In those two years we were a vital part of her livelihood. We poured our heart into hers. We laughed and played together. I can tell you what she likes and doesn’t like. I know her nature. I can recognize her sweet voice. She is part of me. Even if she doesn’t remember me I know that I have made a mark on who she is.