Because I lived in the Civil Affairs Department before I was 17 years old. At that time, I was very puzzled at the time, why every day there are always tourist buses full of foreigners coming here to apply for adoption permits. Seeing the smiles on the faces of those foreign parents and the crying Chinese babies in their arms made me feel unhappy. I remember that I wrote a weekly diary called "Children Without Hometown", thinking that they have stepped out of the country, but never have their hometown, because no matter where they go, these children are still a foreign country. . . . .
It's sad, at least for me.
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