tugs at my heart

i can't seem to read through any kinds of literature regarding adoption without crying. my aunt was adopted, and it was never a secret or something our family looked at w/shame, so it's a very comfortable idea for me. i've been interested in adoption for a long time...it's just one of those things you know you're going to do someday...a dream or vision that never leaves you. now it's 4 o' clock on a quiet saturday afternoon and i've been sitting alone bawling my eyes out over an article about one little russian girl's experience being adopted by an american single woman in new york. the story is raw and heartwarming, and at one point the little girl, after being reprimanded for the first time, asks her new mom in broken english, "mommy...if me bad...you [pushes out her palms as though pushing something away from her] to russia?" at which, the mother pulls her towards her and giving her a big hug sobs, "no, never never! i will never send you back! never never!" i think that was when the tears started to fall down my own cheeks.