We adopted Luke four years ago. The people from the orphanage dropped him off at our hotel room without even saying1. He was nearly six years old, only 28 pounds and his face was crisscrossed(交叉着)with scars.2, he was terrified. Luke kicked and3. His cries were animal-like. I wound my arms around him4he could not hit or kick. After an hour and a half, he finally fell asleep, exhausted. I called5. They delivered every noodle dish on the menu. After Luke woke up, I handed him chopsticks and pointed at the food. He stopped crying and started to eat.
That night we went for a walk.6at the moon, he pantomimed(打手势), "What is it?" I said, "The moon, it's the moon." He7and tried to touch it. He cried again when I tried to give him a bath8I started to play with the water. By the end of his bath the room was soaked, and he was9. Then we read the book One Yellow Lion. He loved looking at the10pictures and11the pages. By the end of the12he was saying "one yellow lion"
The next day we13orphanage officials to do14. Luke looked at them and wrapped my arms15around his waist.
It has been four years. Luke is a smart, funny, happy fourth-grader. He is16with charm and is a natural athlete. His teachers say he is17behaved and works very hard. Our neighbor says she has never seen a happier kid.
When I think back, I am18at what transformed this ill-tempered, terrified little creature. It was not medications. It did not cost money. It was love: just simple, plain, easy to19. It is comprised of compassion, care, security, and a leap of faith. I believe in the power of love to20. I believe in the power of love to heal.
