Finally! We heard little "A’s" voice on the phone; 8:00 this morning. She sounded so lost, and so far away. And she started to cry bitterly, "I want to go home. I want to go to Oma and Opa."

My DIL took the phone and said we better hang up. Afterwards I wrote an email to my DIL suggesting that we come every few days to see Anaiya. It doesn't have to be in their apartment. Somewhere neutral, like a playground would be fine. The main thing is that Anaiya isn't separated so abruptly from us. That she sees we are still a part of her life and haven’t discarded her like a piece of waste.

I know if I were a child, I would rather have a slow transition than being torn from one family and placed into another. I hope and pray my DIL agrees with me. It was just awful hearing Anaiya cry so desperately for us.

Meredith, the problem is; I have to learn pig language.