The little girl named Ghita comes to America to join her new mommy and daddy, who have adopted her from an orphanage in India. She is five years old and very shy in temperament, but she is healthy and seemingly free from any problems.
The following story is told by her mother, Eileen.
I am so happy I can't decide whether to laugh or cry!
Today, our daughter came to us; she joined us today from India. Her name WAS Ghita Anju Patel, but we have decided to change her name a little bit. Her name is now Ghita Danee' Freeman. She came to us this morning; we picked her up at the airport here in Chicago, Illinois, where we live.
Ghita is five years old, and she is the child we have always wanted...but never could have--that was, until now. We wanted to have children, but we were unable to conceive; so we decided to try adoption; and when we first heard of Ghita in India, we knew we wanted her; but we felt especially compelled to adopt her when we first saw her picture. When we first saw her picture, we knew instantly in our hearts that Ghita was indeed the one for us, that she was going to become our daughter.
Ghita is healthy, seemingly free from any disabilities as far as we can see; but she IS painfully shy. Maybe it's because she is scared and doesn't know who we are; but I am sure that in time, her true personality will emerge, and she will get used to us (and her new home here in America). She also probably doesn't know much English, so everything is decidedly new and very strange than what she is accustomed to.
Our daughter is small for her age, and very skinny, and she is also very beautiful. She has dark brown skin, huge black eyes, and shiny, black hair that falls halfway down her back in a thick curtain. She came off the plane, holding the hand of a woman who was in charge of the adoption proceedings, and she looked scared out of her wits. The woman told her (in Hindi) that we were her new family in America, and that we were very happy that she was finally here after months of waiting (it seemed to be YEARS!). She then introduced little Ghita to us, and we cried with joy and happiness. Our dreams had finally been realized: we now had a child; we were now officially a family, although our child did NOT come to us naturally. Instead, she came on a plane halfway around the world to join us, and she was now officially (and legally) our brand-new daughter.
The woman told us that Ghita was healthy, and that she liked rice and chicken to eat. She also loved beef and milk, but she did NOT like much in the way of vegetables except for tomatoes. She said that she was sick on the way here to America, but a good rest would probably settle her upset tummy. (She DID look a tad green around the gills; her face was rather pale.) She said that she would probably be shy and quiet until she got used to her new surroundings, and to be patient with her if she got upset or frustrated. She said that Ghita knew a few words in English, but her English speaking skills were limited, and this would probably be the cause of her tears or tantrums. She recommended that we work with her in improving her English and to work with her communication skills.
After the woman finished talking with us and patiently answered our questions, we then took Ghita to the bathroom (she looked like she was about to get sick again), and after she was done throwing up, we got her some water, and we got her some crackers (which she detested, but we told her that she would probably feel better if she ate one or two, so she did). We then let her stand by the window to watch some planes taking off and landing (one of the words she did know in English was "Plane", and we told her that she had come on a plane to us, and that we were now her mommy and daddy), and after an hour or so watching the planes (and also watching the people walking in the airport terminal), we then went to the garage, where we got to our van and then took our brand-new daughter home.
Home was a big, sprawling ranch-style home with a huge yard, and we took Ghita inside. She had since fallen asleep from the ride in our van; the ride and the crackers seemed to settle her upset tummy). We then took her to her brand-new bedroom and laid her small, sleeping form on the brand new canopy-style bed and covered her up with a blanket. She was exhausted from her lengthy plane ride; all the hours of traveling by air from India to America had finally caught up with her. We decided to let her sleep; but we turned on the baby monitor and the hallway light, just in case she got scared during the night.
We would let her explore her new surroundings (and meet "Tuffy", our solid-black Pomeranian puppy) once she awakened, but judging from the way she was sleeping hard, we figured that would be a while before she would awaken. In the meantime, Bob and myself decided to stand in her doorway and just look at her as she slept and enjoy our daughter.
OUR DAUGHTER. The words caused tears to come to our eyes and lumps to rise in our throats; after years of trying (and years of heartbreak), we were now finally parents; we now had a child we could finally call our own!
Karen, this is getting interesting, don't stop now, I will keep up with it...So nice to be able to adopt someone from another world, so to speak, must be extremely hard on the adoptee though? Peace, Ed & rufuz
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