In 2011 when I was 10 my family and I went to Ecuador to adopt my little brother, Danni. At the time I did not know how my immersion into Ecuador and it culture would affect me, now at 18, I see how valuable it was for me.
Ecuador is a beautiful country with lush green rainforests and green mountains peaked with snow. My brother’s orphanage was called Orfanato De St Vincenté de Paúl (St Vicente de Paul Orphanage). It was a quaint place with rusty metal playsets outside and small separate buildings for kids of all ages. On March 25th, 2011, my parents and I walked into the orphanage and were put into a small room where we met my brother for the first time. We waited for what felt like an eternity, and that's when I saw my brother for the first time. He hid behind a nun, scared and crying, while holding Three flowers. The nuns prompted him in, but he stayed hidden, so I got up with a teddy bear in hand and walked up to him and squatted down to his level and said ¨Here,¨ as I passed him the teddy bear. He stopped crying as he picked up the bear and that's when the most beautiful smile erupted on his face and he finally came in. It was in these pivotal moments that my parents and I fell in love in Danni while he fell in love with us. …show more content…
From the beginning I developed a new sense of responsibility for my brother. Soon I became the only one in the family that understood what his attempts at English and incessant pointing meant, and soon he began to copy my weird mannerisms, like he was a little me. I introduced him to my favorite toys as a child-like puzzles and toy cars-and felt delighted everytime he urged me to play with him. Over the course of the first two weeks that I knew him Danni and I became more than siblings we became best friends. We became inseparable, something that to this day I am proud of that he is one of the most important people in my
Ecuador is a beautiful country with lush green rainforests and green mountains peaked with snow. My brother’s orphanage was called Orfanato De St Vincenté de Paúl (St Vicente de Paul Orphanage). It was a quaint place with rusty metal playsets outside and small separate buildings for kids of all ages. On March 25th, 2011, my parents and I walked into the orphanage and were put into a small room where we met my brother for the first time. We waited for what felt like an eternity, and that's when I saw my brother for the first time. He hid behind a nun, scared and crying, while holding Three flowers. The nuns prompted him in, but he stayed hidden, so I got up with a teddy bear in hand and walked up to him and squatted down to his level and said ¨Here,¨ as I passed him the teddy bear. He stopped crying as he picked up the bear and that's when the most beautiful smile erupted on his face and he finally came in. It was in these pivotal moments that my parents and I fell in love in Danni while he fell in love with us. …show more content…
From the beginning I developed a new sense of responsibility for my brother. Soon I became the only one in the family that understood what his attempts at English and incessant pointing meant, and soon he began to copy my weird mannerisms, like he was a little me. I introduced him to my favorite toys as a child-like puzzles and toy cars-and felt delighted everytime he urged me to play with him. Over the course of the first two weeks that I knew him Danni and I became more than siblings we became best friends. We became inseparable, something that to this day I am proud of that he is one of the most important people in my