They say, “You’re lucky”.
I smile.
They say, “You must be grateful”.
I nod.
They say, “Your parents are so generous”.
I remain silent.
When I smile, I think: “Abandoned”.
When I nod, I think: “sold/bought and recycled”.
When I remain silent, I think of all the losses:
– Loss of my mother
– Loss of my father
– Loss of my siblings, nephew and niece,
– Loss of my aunts, uncles and cousins
– Loss of my identity
– Loss of my country
– Loss of my language
– Loss of my culture
– Loss of faith
When I hear “lucky”, I write “hurt”.
They write, “You must be angry and bitter. I know someone who’s adopted and is happy.”
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