I am sharing my story because there are other Chinese adoptees who are not being heard, and whose stories aren’t being shared.
I believe all stories need to be heard.
I would have loved to know that I wasn’t alone growing up.
I was born in China, in 1996. A year after my birth, an incredibly loving and caring family adopted me.
They have never made me feel as if I was not part of the family.
Prior to being adopted, I lived in an orphanage. Based on what I’ve been told, I was found on the doorstep of a factory that made kitchen supplies.
I wish I could go back and ask my parents why I ended up there.
Once I got adopted, there were multiple challenges I had to overcome, including my realizations that other Caucasian classmates and friends all looked, acted, and spoke differently.
I would be lying if I said that it didn’t take a toll on my self-esteem, but eventually, I began to accept my heritage, and even embrace it.
Despite all of the challenges, I am proud that I finally have pride in my heritage and can call myself a Chinese-American citizen, without feeling embarrassed or ashamed.