The boys came to us with some surprising lack of emotional charge. We Americans are used to our children loudly and forcefully expressing themselves, especially when they have decided not to do something. The week the boys came home to live with us, we had many friends and family members come by to bring us meals as we addressed the many other needs of the boys in their transition. We were amazed that the boys were not very interested in trying new foods. I already understood my own children’s dislikes, but I had a rule that they had to try everything again, if it was served. When I tried to enforce that rule on the third night with the boys, instead of the whining I get from my girls, Thomas’ eyes just began to leak tears. No sound or other protests, just streaming tears from his eyes. I can’t help but wonder how it feels to keep the rest of his emotional expressions bottled up inside.