I never felt my heart tore apart by a book as much as now. Silent Tears was a well-written book but I couldn’t bring myself to read more than chapter five. I grew up in hardships but what these vulnerable babies go through every day at the hands of the workers is unbearable. I applaud the author for being able to hold her sanity and even write a book about it. If I was in her situation, there are 3 things that might happen to me. I become a murderer or become murdered or become insane. I don’t think I’ll have the power to keep it together.
When her family relocated to rural China in 2003, Kay Bratt was thrust into a new world, one where boys were considered more valuable than girls and poverty and the one-child policy had created an epidemic of abandoned infants. As a volunteer at a local orphanage, Bratt witnessed conditions that were unfathomable to a middle-class mother of two from South Carolina.
Based on Bratt’s diary of her four years at the orphanage, Silent Tears offers a searing account of young lives rendered disposable. In the face of an implacable system, Bratt found ways to work within (and around) the rules to make a better future for the children, whom she came to love. The book offers no easy answers. While often painful in its clear-sightedness, Silent Tears balances the sadness and struggles of life in the orphanage with moments of joy, optimism, faith, and victory. It is the story of hundreds of children and of one woman who never planned on becoming a hero but became one anyway.