| It was so incredibly painful to witness. Huayou grieved for hours after we got back to the hotel. It was a different kind of cry. Not a "I'm hungry" scream or even "Hello- come and get me" type of cry. No- this was a deep, painful belly cry with huge crocodile tears. It was if she looked at us with so much to say. Her tears told a story of her painful past. And, she just wanted us to know. Lori M. Baylor |
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