Jiajia and I set off to try and find my "Chinese daughter" today. 15 years ago, when living in Duyun, I stumbled across a village during a walk in the countryside and met an old lady with a screaming baby. Nicknaming it "Weeping Willow" and, hearing that the tiny girl's parents had abandoned it, I said I would keep in touch and visit with gifts when I could. Thus, a little connection was made and I tried to bring or send postcards, photos and small gifts over the years. I managed to find the village and the family 3 years ago when I revisited Duyun. Once again this time, we received a very warm welcome from the "Gran" but heard that Willow was now a boarder at a school 30 minutes away. Unfortunately I had promised to give a lesson at Wang Hui's school an hour later, so there was no way we could get to the school and back in time. After looking through a box of photo souvenirs of my previous visits, which the family keep, we started to leave. Unknown to us though, the uncle had headed off on his motorbike as soon as we arrived and collected Willow to meet us! I could hardly believe it when she walked in and said, "Hello Foreign Father" to me in Chinese! She has grown such a lot, though still very petite, and I hardly recognised her. It was such a moving surprise to see her, and also to introduce her to Jiajia (who is now "Honorary Mother", according to the Gran!).
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