I was found abandoned at birth on the streets of Ahmednagar, Maharashtra, India, severely malnourished, miasmic, and suffering from dysentery.
I wish my birth family could have kept me longer, so that I could at least have a memory of them.
The hospital was my “home,” until I was placed in an orphanage, Bharatiya Samaj Seva Kendra.
Based on what I was told, multiple inquiries were made by the local police in an attempt to find my legal guardians.
However, no one came forward.
After so much time in the foster care system, I was declared available for adoption.
At 11 months old, a family from the United States adopted me.
My adoptive family was very religious, but that didn’t bother me. They also valued diversity. In fact, diversity is something we’ve celebrated often. We had our fair share of trials and tribulations growing up, but what family doesn’t?
If there was one thing that I could be thankful for, it was their openness regarding my adoption. I was grateful to be adopted, but I still felt sad when I thought of my biological family. I still have many unanswered questions such as, “What would my life be, if my birth mother had kept me?”