A stone’s throw from the orphanage, Tina and Rick witnessed a man stood in sub-zero temperatures peddling meat from a carcass. And nearby, a rosy-faced drunkard lay incapacitated in the street. And in the “frozen fortress” where their baby had spent the majority of her life so far, things weren’t much better.
Inside the miserable, gray building, the stench of ammonia hovered. And yet, in a small crib in a crowded room, there lay Tina and Rick’s new baby. “She was beautiful,” Tina reminisced on her blog. “[She had] a broad alabaster face with slightly slanted deep brown eyes.”