“Hello, this is Angela,” our translator said in her soft Chinese
accent. “Come to my room and meet your daughter.”
I hung up the phone and looked at Jeff. “She’s here!”
We hurried to Angela’s room. The door was already open. I peeked in
and saw three baby girls being held by beautiful Chinese caretakers.
We walked in.
“Can you tell which little girl is ours?” I quietly whispered to
Jeff shrugged his shoulders. The referral photos of Ji Chen Ge were
taken several months earlier when she was only a few months old, so
it was impossible to tell. Angela spoke something in Chinese to one
of the nannies, and she walked over to us holding a scared little
“Ji Chen Ge?” Angela asked.
“Yes!” we said in unison.
I looked at this little girl and couldn’t believe we were finally
meeting our daughter. She was so beautiful and small. She had dark
hair with little curls and thin, tan legs. Her eyes were sad. She
wore a white t-shirt, diaper, and tattered sandals. Her shoes caught
my eye. They were plastic sandals with a worn Hello Kitty emblem
barely attached to the top. For a child not yet walking, they seemed
to have traveled many miles.