About six years ago God told both of my parents that they were going to adopt a little baby girl from China. My mom and dad were told two completely different ways. My dad was told through a book about an orphanage in China, and my mom was told in her heart, through friends of hers who had adopted before. This changed our entire families lives. Although my brother and I didn’t actually get to go to China we both had a wonderful experience just hearing about it. The adoption process took about two years for us, off and on, stop and go, but when we finally saw the picture of the beautiful Chinese baby which would soon be ours it was by far one of the best moments of my life. The way my sister was brought to the orphanage is actually pretty sad, she was found on a walking bridge at one day old wrapped in a blue towel textured blanket when a man named Mr. Yang found her and brought her to the police station, for about four days, and then she was taken to the orphanage. You may be thinking why didn’t other people stop for her but that’s just not what its like in China. There is a rule that you may only have one girl child. That is why all of the orphanages are full of little baby girls. My little sister is a huge blessing on our family and the other families that adopted probably have a huge blessings as well. My mom, dad, older sister, older brother, and grandma went to China. They stayed in the White Swan Hotel (a very nice hotel in China). The day that they get her was very thrilling and nerve racking. My mom sat in the waiting room with the rest of the moms and families as they all kept saying to them selves, “I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry.” when they really knew there were going to cry. As the moms were talking to them selves the Chinese women were in another room with the babies. Then came the moment they had all been waiting for, as the Chinese women walk in to the room the parents stand to greet them and their new baby girls. My mom started to cry as she took her first look at the beautiful baby girl who was now all ours. She took my sister in her hands and stared at her precious face. Although my sister had the most perfect baby face we had ever seen she was still very pale because she was very sick. Although they tried, they could not take that good of care for her in the orphanage. She had been fed only powdered milk and rice there and slept in a hard crib. This was a adventurous journey that we have taken (in a way) together. My favorite part was when they brought her home for me to meet her for the first time. I was six years old and my brother and I were staying with my best friend and her family. Finally the day came, after two weeks on October 19th, when they are coming back with my new baby sister. It was a very exciting day. When we arrived at the airport we sat down in the rounded, usual airport seats with the refreshing smell that has always given me the excited feeling in my stomach, just knowing someone is coming back home for me. Then there they were, walking around the corner of the all glass hallway just getting off of the airplane. We jump to our feet, and rushed to meet them. My grandma and sister came first, then my older brother with my dad following short behind, and then comes my mom with the most precious baby I had ever seen. Her face like a baby doll, so smooth and rounded in her little pink Chinese outfit. I go and hug all of them one by one and then for the first time I held my new Chinese baby sister, the first and only time (that I remember) I cried happy tears. Now she is five and we are all happy! Her Gotcha day (the day we celebrate getting her) is, October 8th five days after her birthday. This is a true story that I wrote about my little sister, Sophia Hua Kai Tillman.
I wrote this story my 6th grade year, for the ACIS short story competition. This story was published in the top 12 short story's in the tri-state region, and won top awards.
