I want to share a story with you. A story about a phone call that changed our family. This was actually the second phone call like this that we received.
The first call came 27 years. On May 10th 1983. My parents had just started the adoption process when they got a phone call from the adoption agency at 9:32 at night.
“We have a child for you. However, there is no photo, no history and you have until 3pm tomorrow to decide.”
They didn’t get much sleep that night but they deduced to take a leap of faith and adopt. 20 days later they were in Honduras meeting me for the first time.
I grew up here in Boston not know anything about my past or why I was put up for adoption. We knew so little that I didn’t even know my real birthday.
Then in august of 1997 we recieved a call out of the blue. A man who worked for physicians for humans rights told my father that I had not been born in Honduras as like thought. I had been born in el salavador and my parents were revolutionaries in the civil war. I had been lost to them during a kidnapping mission gone wrong.
After the war my grandmother had made it her lifestyle mission to fnd me. With the help of an organization After 4 years of reaseach they found us by doing an internet search on our names.
Over the past 12 years we have become one big family. We have worked to figure out how I was separated, why it was covered up and my parents risked everything.
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