I remember pulling up to the orphanage. I had been there the year before, June 2010 and still remember little Mayco’s lifeless face. When I lifted him into my arms he was as stiff as a board. He had never been held. I had to pry his legs open to wrap around my waist. He slept for an hour in my arms. Today, over a year later, I could not wait to see him again.
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