She is one year old, and her dark eyes are somber, though the translated paperwork on my lap says that she "likes to play games and giggles."
We trace our fingers on the map and show the children that she lives on the other side of the world. Exactly.
She holds a plastic panda in the grainy photograph, and she doesn't yet know that she also holds my heart.
Please join us in praying Mercy home.
God is good.