Mama sent me this book a few months back, and I’ve slowly been reading it a few pages a night. Ana calls it my “flower book” and loves to look at the pictures inside, pictures of children rescued from the slums of India.

This is the kind of book you read and then feel heavy afterward. You cannot read about suffering children in India, and also read about ways to help them, and not be burdened.

I can’t imagine selling Analie for 50 lbs of rice. I can’t imagine abandoning her on a train to Bombay because I couldn’t afford to feed her anymore. I can’t imagine sending her in the streets to beg for money. But I read stories of those and many other mothers who felt like they had no other choice.

Joey and I have talked about sponsoring a child soon, and I want to find a little girl that Ana can grow up alongside. We want to find an organization like GFA Bridge of Hope (there are others, too) that find these really at-risk children, but especially girls.

If we can’t have more of our own children, I would love to help save someone else’s.