“Yup, that’s her, Little Lea.” She resumed, Still keeping her eyes on the folder: “Age four…mumble…blood type AB…mumble…oh…” She stopped for a moment.
“Mr. Soel, could we talk for a sec?”
I nodded while following her back inside.
“It’s very interesting that Lea caught your eye sir.” The caretaker said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
I was curious by what she meant by that.
“Well, you see Lea has been here practically her whole life Mr. Soel, and… When you’re around a person for that long, you end up catching on to some things. We who work with the kids regularly have noticed something about Lea.” The caretaker explained.
“What hopeful, future parents look for in an adoptee is at least a healthy, well rounded child. Not too long ago, doctors here diagnosed Lea with Autism.”
A heartbroken look swept the woman’s face.
