I'll never forget the words said to me one day seven years ago: "They are clearly your children."
The day before, my husband and I had finalized the adoption of our six-year-old twin daughters from Russia. Together for the first time without an interpreter, we made a last stop at the United States Embassy in Moscow to get their visas before returning home.
The girls and I had gone to the restroom. When I asked the girls in English to wash and dry their hands, they did so with me almost simultaneously. A woman observing our synchronized actions was puzzled at the harmony of our communications. She exclaimed, "They speak Russian, and you speak English, but they are clearly your children!"
