Although our differences are apparent, I believe today we met our third daughter from Vietnam…a blue eye, a brown eye; white skin, brown skin; speak English, speak Vietnamese. Different? Yes. The same? Definitely. While visiting a street kids program, Tram quickly attached herself to us. Although her English was limited, she tried very hard to communicate with us, asking us simple questions like, “how are you?”, and “what is your name?” We took a walk to her room with Tram holding our hands. She was so proud of her bunk bed and wanted her picture taken with us there. As she held our hands we could feel the emptiness of a heart that longed for parents. Through an interpreter we found out that she had been at the program for six years and never knew her parents. She does have a grandmother and aunt that she visits on holidays. She told us she was eleven, but we feel that she may be a bit older – who knows. We spent the rest of our time there at the program on the steps with Tram. She was content to hold our hands, fan us with whatever she found available, and to say just a few words. Although we are very different in appearance – our hearts are the same. Tram was like an empty vessel just waiting to be filled up with love. I hope our love filled her heart just a bit, because her heart filled ours. – Bruce & Camella

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