It was a hot day in Guangzhou. We had spent the day walking through the shops looking for bargains. The kids were getting tired. They all wanted to go back to the hotel. We started down one of the many streets that led back to the White Swan.
Kiersten was 7 years old. She did not speak English. Most of the time, we thought that she thought that the guide was going to adopt her. We kept asking our guide if Kiersten knew she was coming home with us. She got along well with her new sisters. The played like they had been friends for years.
As we were walking down the road, we stopped and looked at some of the small stores and vendors that littered the road. At one point, we decided it was time to get a drink. We tend to be thrifty. So we bought a bottle of Gatorade to share. Angie started passing the drink around. Since she did not give it to Kiersten first, she started to get angry. She starts yelling at us. We didn't know what she was saying.
We kept walking. She kept up the rant and crying. At this point, I started to get worried. We were walking down the street in China, without our guide, and only Kiersten spoke the language. I was worried someone would think that we were trying to kidnap this child. As we neared the main road, I started to see more people. My heart was racing. Kiersten kept it up.
These people started to approach us. Oh no! Low and behold, they started to scold Kiersten. They knew she was throwing a tantrum. In addition, they gave us a thumbs up for what we were doing.
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