My appetite was nil and my stomach was roiling and my head was thumping from the night before, but Tim’s ironclad stomach was ready for more. His chef senses were too curious to let even one eating opportunity pass by, even on a nerve-racking day like today when we would be getting Sam. He piled steamed and glutinous buns, a rice and meat mixture, and some soft egg custard onto his plate. The thought of eating any of it at this moment made me nearly sick. After breakfast for Tim, and multiple cups of coffee for me, we returned to our room and waited. We knew the babies were in the hotel. Tim had already seen Tom and Amy getting off the elevator with their new baby, one of ten who were transported by bus from the orphanage, three hours away. We sat nervously on the edge of our bed, tapping our feet and bouncing our knees. We checked the batteries in the camera and video recorder. I double-checked the gift bags. It was customary for the adoptive parents to bear gifts for the orphanage director and her people.
