Contributed by Samantha, 19 years old, who was adopted through AFTH in 1989 and wanted to share her story.
Ever since I understood the term “adoption” and what it means, I have wanted to meet my birth parents. When I was younger, my dream was just that of a naïve child. I did not understand the complexity of feelings. I heard from my birth parents twice when I was eight and I constantly dreamt about meeting them.
There was a period in time when I received no letters and sunk into a state of depression. I did receive help and my adoptive mother hired a social worker to help locate my biological parents. After about a year, I got a call saying that she had found my birth father’s family. I was extremely excited; I was going to meet my birth father! Do I look like him? Are our personalities similar? What was he like at my age? These questions flooded my head, but new-found information stopped these thoughts. My birth father had passed away about five years earlier, and I did not know what to think. I was sad, but excited to meet my biological uncle and my four younger cousins (one of whom was adopted from Romania).
I was nervous on the drive over to their house, which is less than an hour away. I knocked on the door, my hand shaking and my thoughts racing a mile a minute. My uncle opened the door and greeted me with a hug, followed by a hug from his wife. My adoptive parents came with me and we all had a great time. I met my biological grandparents, who told me many stories about my birth father. We shared pictures and experiences. I then spoke with their adopted daughter and we exchanged stories about what it is like to be adopted. I cherished the time I had with my biological family and I look forward to seeing them again. I want to take this time to thank my social worker for all her hard work, and maybe one day, I will meet my birth mother.