We traveled again to see Beck. He waved at us when we came into the play area but was hesitant to approach us. Joe and I started playing with the other kids, whether we wanted to or not. The caretakers encouraged him to greet us but he wasn't too willing. Then the director handed him a toy and asked him to bring it to his mother and he quickly brought it over and gave me a hug and then moved on. I didn't want to pressure him so I took a seat with the other kids. Shortly Beck went over to Joe and wrapped his arms around Joe's legs and buried his face into Joe's pants. The kids were all a bit more sedate today, Beck the most. I think he was really overwhelmed by his new found attention and he is undoubtedly a sensitive child. He came back to me and I picked him up. Then out of no where he began to cry. It was the sort of cry that comes from a very deep place. I wish I could have comforted him but the language barrier was very frustrating. He held onto me tightly and just wailed, burying his head in my neck. I can only imagine what might be going through his mind, the uncertainty and confusion that must be with him all the time. I walked the grounds of the orphanage trying to soothe him, or distract him. It worked at times but then that sadness would take him again. After some time the moments of crying became shorter and shorter. I know we have a long road ahead of us but I know it will be worth it. He needs a home of his own, a family of his own.