A Long Way from Home. Cathy Glass
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and Mel,’ the girls said.
‘My wife is in the playroom. Come through and say hi. What part of the UK are you from?’
‘Bournemouth.’ And so they got chatting.
It’s always heartening to meet someone from your own country when you’re abroad, especially if the country you are in doesn’t speak the same language. Friendships can develop and confidences can be swapped, when they might not at home.
‘This is my wife, Elaine,’ Ian said, introducing her. ‘Pam and Mel. And this is Anastasia.’
‘Ahh, she’s cute,’ Pam said. ‘Is she your daughter?’
‘We hope she will be soon,’ Elaine said with a big smile. ‘We’re adopting her.’
‘That’s lovely,’ Pam said. ‘We met another couple adopting two boys, brothers. There seems to be a lot of adoption from this country.’
‘Yes, there is,’ Ian agreed.
‘Why are you here?’ Elaine asked, interested and making conversation.
‘We’re volunteers,’ Mel said. ‘We’re students and we’ve come here on a project to help in the orphanages. We came at the end of June and fly back on 12 September, ready for the new term.’
‘That’s very good of you,’ Elaine said. ‘Are you going to be working in this orphanage?’
‘We think so. We’ve been at another orphanage run by Dr Ciobanu about thirty kilometres from here, and he said we should come here as they needed the help more. He’s supposed to be meeting us here.’
‘They certainly could do with the help,’ Ian said. ‘They’re very short-staffed.’
‘We’ve only seen two care workers and there are thirty children,’ Elaine added.
‘That’s a very low ratio,’ Pam said. ‘The orphanage we’ve been working in had two care workers for twenty children and that was nowhere near enough. The building there was much newer than this, though. This is very old.’
‘I know,’ Elaine agreed. ‘And it has so little equipment. There’s nothing for the children to do. Are you staying locally?’
‘We might be sleeping here if they put us on the night shift. We’re not sure yet. It depends what Dr Ciobanu says. Otherwise we’ll get a room in town.’
The large front door of the orphanage could be heard opening and then clanging shut, the sound resonating down the empty and otherwise silent corridor.
‘I wonder if that’s him,’ Mel said, and stepped into the corridor to look. ‘Yes, it is,’ she said. ‘We’d better go.’
‘Hopefully see you again,’ Elaine called. ‘Good luck, and well done for volunteering.’
‘Thank you.’
‘I’m going to catch Dr Ciobanu while he’s here,’ Ian said to Elaine and disappeared out of the playroom.
‘Good afternoon, Mr Hudson, how are you?’ Dr Ciobanu turned from the students as Ian approached.
‘Well, thank you. Could I speak with you later?’
‘Yes, of course. I was going to phone you. I have the news you’ve been waiting for. Come to my office before you leave.’
‘Thank you,’ Ian said, and returned to the playroom, greatly relieved. ‘He says he has the news we’ve been waiting for,’ he told Elaine.
‘Fantastic.’ They both assumed it was good news: that they’d been given a court date for the following week and would fly home with Anastasia as planned.
As they played with Anastasia, Dr Ciobanu’s low voice could be heard outside showing the students around. It was reassuring to know there would be some extra help. They worried about Anastasia when they weren’t there.
They kept to the hour and then began packing away the toys, telling Anastasia that they had to see Dr Ciobanu. She didn’t say anything but recognized his name. She went with them to his office and as Ian knocked on the door she slipped her hand into Elaine’s. It was the first time she’d wanted to hold hands and Elaine was delighted. As she felt her small, cool fingers tuck themselves inside hers, Elaine knew it was a big step forward and a moment she would treasure for a very long time.
‘Come in,’ the doctor welcomed, opening the door. ‘She can come too,’ he said, referring to Anastasia.
Ian and Elaine sat in the two chairs in front of the table as Dr Ciobanu took his place behind it. Anastasia stood between Elaine and Ian, close but not quite touching. Elaine would have loved to pick her up and sit her on her lap, but she knew she had to wait until Anastasia was ready for that.
‘So you like your new mummy and daddy?’ Dr Ciobanu asked Anastasia in his usual upbeat manner. It was unlikely she understood, but seeing the man in charge smiling and talking to her, she nodded. ‘Good. And they obviously like you very much, so all is well.’
‘Very much!’ Ian and Elaine agreed.
He looked at them in the same positive manner. ‘We have news of the court date at last. There is no free time before the judge goes on holiday, so the child’s mother has returned to work abroad until the court hearing. She needs the money and Anastasia will stay here with us for that period.’ He paused.
‘I see,’ Ian said, trying to understand what this meant. ‘For how long?’
‘Three months. As you know, unless the child is an orphan the mother has to be in court for the adoption hearing to give her consent, so I have booked the court date for the day after she returns – 23 November.’ He looked at them as though they should be pleased.
It was a moment before either of them could speak. ‘But I can’t take another three months off work,’ Ian said.
‘No, of course not. You must fly home and return for the court hearing.’
‘Oh. It can’t be heard in another court with a different judge?’ Ian asked.
He shook his head. ‘Many staff are on holiday, there is no free time. And the child’s mother has already left the country. It is nothing for you to worry about. Trust me. Anastasia will be looked after here.’
Chapter Seven
Ian and Elaine couldn’t agree that the news Dr Ciobanu had given them was ‘nothing to worry about’. In fact, they spent the rest of the day and most of the night worrying. They’d bonded with Anastasia and they were sure she was bonding with them. Three months was a long time in a young child’s life, and wouldn’t being apart for all that time undo most of their bonding, so they’d have to start all over again? Dr Ciobanu had been philosophical when he’d told them and said delays happened, it couldn’t be helped, and he would explain to Anastasia that her new mummy and daddy were going home to get her room ready. He also said to keep their memory alive he’d show her the photographs he had of them on file that had accompanied their original application. He offered them the consolation that three months would pass quickly and that they needn’t fly back until the day before the adoption hearing, as all the paperwork was now in court.
During the long hours of the night as they lay awake they tried to think of practical alternatives. Elaine said that possibly she could stay so at least Anastasia could see her each day, but they certainly couldn’t afford for her to stay in the hotel.
‘Perhaps I could find a cheap room in a lodging house like those students?’ Elaine suggested doubtfully. For even as she said it her stomach churned. She