A major earthquake struck Haiti in 2010. Shortly after that, my wife and I decided to 1 a struggling orphanage (孤儿院) in Port-au-Prince. The children there became like 2 to us, especially one little girl named Chika. But at the age of five, Chika was diagnosed with a rare brain tumor. Though we never 3 adopted Chika, we decided to bring her home with us to Detroit to make sure she got the 4 medical care—just as any parent would.
Occasionally, our friends would say，"It's 5 what you're doing for a child that's not yours." It 6 me to think there would be any difference in our efforts if 7 Chika had our DNA.
The paperwork at the orphanage was 8 by me. It obligated (使负责任) us to feed, educate，and 9 the children—all things parents are supposed to do. But 10, it is a document of 11, not parenthood.
We 12 with the "Yours or not yours" question for many times until Chika once asked, "How did you find me?" From then on，I 13 myself she would never feel 14 again.
We did not bring any of these little souls into the world. That 15 can never be overstated. But I have witnessed the 16 connection between an adoptive mother and her child, and I have also witnessed helpless babies 17 by those who birthed them. The opposite also happens. Now, I've 18 the truth: Love determines our 19. It always comes down to that. We were—we are—a place of love and 20 for Haitian children.
