It was tough.
We didn’t have any food or clean water.
My mother was awful in her own way.
I never knew my real father.
Prior to being adopted, I was in two foster care homes.
The first home was small and crowded.
The second one was larger and inhabited by fewer children.
At the time, I spoke a different language than everyone else, so it was difficult to form relationships, but I do remember the caregivers.
They were very abusive.
My time in foster care ranged from four until six when a family from Germany adopted me.
Back then, I had no understanding of what adoption was nor what it would mean for me.
I couldn’t even speak the same language as my adopters.
Now, I consider it something to be grateful for, and a means to a much better future.
With that said, it’s not as though it has been a particularly easy experience.
Having no one to talk to, is even harder.
I was always quite.
I’ve also never had a good relationship with my adoptive parents. We were never able to bond. It’s a problem I’ve always had.
But, this year, I’ve decided that my goal is to find out everything I can about myself and my adoption.
However, I can’t say that I’m not afraid to find out some of the answers to the questions I’m about to ask.
I hope that by asking these questions, it’ll give other people the strength and hope to share their stories, and maybe change their lives or perspectives for the better.
After I explore my adoption, finish school, and move out of my parents' place, I hope to combine my two strongest passions: cooking, and helping others.
I want to ultimately position myself as a helper to those less privileged and fortunate than myself.