The first time I saw a photo of my adopted South American son Michael (not his real name), I fell in love with him. He had spiky jet-black hair and warm dark eyes. His lower face was shockingly mangled by a horrific venous malformation that occurred in utero. Nevertheless, in the photo he’s smiling and confident. He instantly melted my heart. A year later, Michael, then 7, arrived at our local airport in my mid-size Midwestern town to move in with my family. He had the clothes on his back, a