It’s getting to the point where it seems ridiculous to even write about my adoption history. Some days, I can’t even take myself seriously. One day I think I know something only to find out a few days later that the story has changed again. Still there is another part of me that says I should write it down just so others can see how ridiculous it can become.
After over thirty years, I finally have a tangible clue. It’s an address leading back to almost the very beginning. Strangely though, as I look at it, I feel absolutely nothing. Some tell me that it’s normal, but after so many twists and turns what the heck does normal mean?
I’d like to feel hopeful but thirty years is a long time. It’s quite possible the address no longer exists or the person it belongs to could be dead. All I can do is write a letter, mail it and wait.
wow. well, u gotta do it. lemme know if you need to be put in touch w/someone who could write the letter for you in tieng Viet.
Hope u had a good Eid.
Thanks Fatima,
I really appreciate the offer. Kind of shooting blind here, but yeah, you just gotta do it.
Hope you have a great Eid as well!
Having vicarious chills. I hope it is a live one.
Oh, Sume! I’m thinking of you!!
Hope this works out for you.
Wishing you luck with this….
Thanks everyone. Will post more thoughts later! I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around it all. :S
Eid Mubarak! I’m really excited for you. Even the smallest ray of light is still light.
hey sume i dunno if u check your gmail account often but if forwarded u some info for the letter if u want it.
Dear Sume,
Is there an email address where you can be contacted for writing work? I can’t seem to find one on this blog. I am an editor putting together an adoption project for November and would like to discuss it with you. You may contact me at the above email if you would like to know more about it.
Thanks,
Peter Catapano
Safiya, thank you and belated Eid Mubarak to you, too! Sorry I have been so out of touch lately. It just keeps getting busier as time goes by. Hopefully, I’ll have some updates before too long. Right now things are still in limbo, but we’re working on that!
Fatima, thank you from the bottom of my hear. Sorry for the late response but I’ve fired an email off to you.
Peter, thanks for your interest. Again, I look forward to seeing how your project develops.
Meaning develops. Years ago, when I finally found my birth mother and learned the details of my being torn away from her . . . she sent me a handful of pictures she’d taken of me while I was sleeping. Since I’d never seen a picture of myself before about the age of two, suddenly seeing me as a newborn was very weird. I didn’t feel any connection to those pictures. Those pictures were not part of my own “history” of seeing pictures of myself.
However, the meaning behind them — that she’d stood over my sleeping body with a camera and took picture after picture of me — and that she’d held on to them for so many years — meant everything to me.