I don’t remember when I got this book, but I guess I’ve had it since before I could remember. Sometimes I look back at it, read it by myself late at night. It gives me a warm feeling. It’s no ones biography but a bit of truth of every adopted child (from China mainly) lies within that book. I have never felt lucky for being adopted, will never be grateful for it. It was never my choice but I can still love myself and people around me. This book contains a very, very short story of a land I never grew up in. And that’s okay. It has always been clear that I have a history not like everyone else but I have always embraced it. I think this book helped me understand some why’s and some ifs as a child. I am just me and I like being that way.
I don’t know if anyone will read this, if you also are adopted or not but either way I hope you feel okay with yourself :)
My cousin/defacto-sister and her late husband adopted a baby girl from a shady Chinese orphanage/child prison sixteen years ago. The conditions that she was in for the earliest parts of her life, stunted her development to such a horrifying degree that my family is still dealing with the repercussions to this day. Birth control was never offered, yet biological parents had their “superfluous” children taken away from them. My niece Bella is suffering from several disabilities that are near impossible to manage. This book hurt to read. I hope that this system has improved some since then.