Hope’s “Texas Parents” called last night. The conversation with them was short and appropriate. Then they put their children on, one at a time (Hope had three siblings). Each child cried and told Hope they missed her and wanted her to come back and live with them. Hope had a tough night and ended up in bed without dinner because she just refused to eat. This morning Hope was agitated and tried to wear the shirt she was wearing when we picked her up. It was too small and weather-inappropriate. What are these people thinking? What was I thinking? Maybe when you adopt from an failed adoption , the past just needs to stay in the past.