For thirty years, I believed my adoptive parents had abandoned me because they couldn’t care for me. This story shaped my identity and feelings of belonging. However, a visit to the orphanage I was told I was adopted from shattered everything I thought I knew about my past.
My adoptive father often told me that my biological parents couldn’t provide for me, making me feel both grateful and indebted. But when I visited the orphanage, the matron couldn’t find any record of me. There was no trace of my existence.
Confused, I confronted my adoptive father. He finally admitted there was no adoption. I wasn’t abandoned; I was the result of an affair, and the adoption story was a cover-up to protect the family’s reputation.
The truth was devastating, replacing feelings of abandonment with betrayal. It forced me to reassess my sense of self and my future, beginning a difficult journey to reconcile my past with my new reality.
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