Finally, An Adult Conversation
Iāve waited nearly 24 years for the conversation I had with my oldest daughter last night. She was close to 14 months old when we adopted her in the PRC, but I was 55 years old. My father had died two months shy of his 60th birthday and Iād been told all my life, āYouāre exactly like your fatherā. I had good reason to believe I was rapidly approaching my āUse Byā date, yet it deter me fromā¦











