Remarkably, the media seems to have dropped their coverage of David Goldman and his fight to get his son back from Brazil. Goldman did, after all, finally succeed in getting his son, Sean, out of Brazil just before Christmas.
Since then, Goldman has begged for privacy as he and his son get reacquainted. And surely by Christmas Eve, both Goldman and the media were thoroughly sick of one another. So, end of story.
The one thing I kept wanting to hear, however, never came, or if it did, I missed it. What did Sean want? Did he have any say in the decision? Did anyone even ask him?
While everyone is celebrating that David Goldman finally got his son back after a five-year-long custody battle, I keep worrying about that poor little boy. He speaks very little English; virtually everything he’s known and loved is in Brazil. And yet suddenly he’s hustled onto a plane with someone he hardly knows and whisked off to a strange land where no one speaks Portuguese.
Legally, I suppose it doesn’t matter what a nine-year-old boy wants or thinks. Eventually he will re-learn English and re-adapt to life in the U.S. But it breaks my heart to think what he must be going through right now.