Me holding Katya while Anya reads her the soft book, one last time before we leave.

The children were in the playroom sitting on the floor and singing a song while doing hand gestures. I was numb. Katya rushed to us for hugs and kisses as soon as the song was over and she realized we were there. One of the orphanage workers thought we might recommend an American game for the children to play. In minutes Amy had them running around a circle of people screaming and squealing in an Olympic caliber version of