To Russia, with love
My son is sleeping peacefully in the next room as I write. He fell asleep to the sound of me singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" as he has done almost every night since I brought him home from Russia nearly 31/2 years ago. It would be impossible to count the number of times I sang it as we walked around the grounds of his orphanage in Rostov-on-Don — or how many since. I can tell you that it was the first song he learned to sing — he comforted himself with the melody before he knew the words — and that I can sing all five verses.… Seguir leyendo »