I found something upstairs that belongs to our oldest daughter.

In 1998, a very bundled-up baby was thrust into our arms in a tiny hotel room in Chengdu. After the Chinese adoption contingent left, we started to unbundle her because she seemed too warm. Garment after garment came off until we reached the last one...a beautiful, humbly made, and somewhat fragile jacket. Someone had really worked on this to make it useful, repairing it by hand over and over again. We brought it home with us.  I couldn't help but think of all those kids who are still there, maybe working in factories or fields), about fate, and randomness, and so on.  I have made more than 100 now, all smaller than the original, in varying degrees of disrepair - some newish and some quite tattered.