It was a pretty rough day today. Sunday, July 5th, 2009 marked 2 years since we last saw our daughter, Brooke. Naturally, all day long today I've thought of nothing else. I've thought of all the things I could've done differently. All the things I wanted to say to her. I count the months until she turns 18, wondering if they will let her come home then. Will they make her wait until she's 20? What will we need to do to get our child back? When will that day come?
She has asked when we will come visit her. We thought about when we should go but then we changed our minds about going. How much harder would it be to walk away from her when our time is up and we have to leave Thailand?! We would be walking away from our daughter, leaving her behind. And the grief and frustration and depression would begin again. But is it so much better to not see her at all? My emotions are torn. Tears have stayed pooled in my eyes since yesterday. If we go to visit Brooke, will they let us see her? Would they release her to come home to us? So many questions and no answers to any of them.
Another year has passed.
