Open Letter to RIT

Dear RIT, 

I really wasn’t prepared for this day. I thought I would handle it fine, but I wasn’t prepared for the emotions that just broad-sided me. You see, I just handed over something really, really precious into your keeping--and I know you’re not going to give him back in the same condition you got him in. 

I know, that’s your job, but it still hurts. I really am losing him as he is right now.I had no idea when he first came to live with us how strong a bond could form in such a short time. How could he possibly develop as strong a bond as my other son had? It wasn’t like I had him since he was baby; he was already a teenager when I adopted him. We don’t look alike, we don’t even share the same first language, but that is still my son, and he is every bit as precious to me as the other one. 

I managed to hold back most of the tears until he couldn’t see me any longer, but they’re flowing freely now. Turning and walking away from him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Not much on this earth I treasure as much as that boy (except the other one!), so I have literally left a huge portion of my heart in your hands. 

Please guard it well.