My daughter spent her first thirteen months in an overseas orphanage before I brought her home. She came to me malnourished, sickly, and developmentally delayed. I poured everything I had into raising her, and my reward was seeing her gain strength and begin to hit her developmental milestones. By the time she was three, she was in good health.
At four, however, she started to become angry and aggressive with other children and had spontaneous episodes of weeping. She would sob inconsolably and have trouble naming her grief, offering an ever-changing list of people, places, and objects that she missed.
