I first heard it from my mother, a few days before she passed away.
At the time, I did not fully understand what I was being told nor wanted to believe such information.
It happened again in 2015, this time it was my father telling me that I was from Greece, not Romania.
I wish I knew the truth since day one.
I was born in Arkadia, Greece.
Based on what I’ve been told, I was brought up in a caring and loving family; however, a few months after my birth things changed and I was given up for adoption.
It was difficult being separated from my birth parents. I loved them.
When I was one year old, a family from the United Kingdom adopted me.
At the time, I did not have a choice of whether or not I wanted to be adopted.
Since being adopted, I’ve overcome multiple challenges. I was mischievous, unsettling and difficult to deal with.
I still struggle with fitting in at times.
I am sharing my story because it may help others who are experiencing similar issues.
