Well, it's like this.

The mystery of Yo-Yo's origin grows deeper even as we find more information. I would have never known a great deal, had I not asked the Doctor one day about the finding ad. This is an ad placed in the local paper in a child's town by officials when that child is found abandoned at a hospital or elsewhere. His is irrelevant, because it happened several weeks after he arrived at the "home" of nuns. They received him with a note containing only his birthdate and they opened his wrappings to find the shock of their lives.

They called our friend the Doctor, who knew that the little boy must travel far and wide to survive and eventually make a new home. But the nature of things here is that he would not be able to leave because of where he was left at birth. Bringing him to the nuns' "home" made him non-existant in the eyes of officials, and therefore he was ineligible for international adoption.

So, in these first few incredible days, as back in America we grieved over the realization of not being able to enjoy both adopted and biological children together, his good Doctor found another region which would give him the status and identity he needed so that he could someday leave. We're traipsing about the country on my first Mother's Day with a boy who was not our son but is our son, the little Prince who did not exist, but whose plight moved men to run the Great Wall, and women to move secret mountains. His story is in Sweden, Holland, Singapore, Scotland, the US, and Australia... and I awaken every day to discovery of new connections between him and persons I have yet to meet. Will I ever get to meet all his courtiers?

Just now, he has come back from a much smaller expedition to a supermarket in Zhengzhou with his Baba. They brought back Mother's Day tributes, pistachios and cookies and milk (oh blessed for black tea with milk! no Yorkshire Gold here) and he was so proud to struggle across the floor of the room dragging the bag to me by himself, thank you very much! Happy Mother's Day, indeed.

(ps - I got a "Wo ai ni" (I love you) today. Just three little words to carry a heart forever.)