I’m not one to normally pick up a book in my free time but I’ve been told this book is really good so I thought why not give it a shot. This book is beautifully written, and probably one of the most difficult books (emotionally) I’ve ever read. This is a book is about heartbreaking stories of Chinese women forced to give up their baby girls through a variety of settings and circumstances. It is also quite an education in Chinese culture. There were quite a few times when I just wanted to stop and end the book because it was too hard to read. I believe for me, one of the hardest parts of this book was hearing about all the ways women get rid of girls. It brought chills to my body and at times made me feel sick. How can a mother do that? The book will explain their reasons. It’s a book filled with many emotions, for me mostly mad and sad but a well worth read book. I definitely would recommend this book for any adoptive parent or adoptee.

1. It’s almost 10pm and I’m sitting in my bed with many thoughts running through my head not knowing what to write so I’ll start off with a mini introduction. My name is Abby, I am 22 and I currently in Chicago, Illinois. I was born in Pu Miao, China (A town in the Yongning District, in the Eastern suburbs of Nanning, Guangxi) in April of 1996 and got adopted by my two wonderful parents in September 1997. My parents at the time were living in the suburbs outside of Chicago and from what they told me they started the process of adoption in 1995 and that it was such a surreal experience from all the paperwork they had to fill out to coming to get me. Being adopted has been one of the best things that has happened to me but at times one of the hardest things to come to terms about. For as long as I could remember, I’ve wondered who I really was & why I was given up. I had so many unanswered questions and still do to this day. For years I kept on visiting the questions, ‘why did they give me up? Was I not good enough?’ Being adopted has impacted me quite a bit. I fear that those close to me are going to leave me and not come back. It’s an awful feeling. Being adopted is something I will always carry with me,  but has lead me to meet some of the most amazing people in my life. When I was adopted my parents decided to start  a group with other parents who were also adopting children from the same orphanage as me so they could stay connected and so we could basically grow up with others who had something in common. We met every year in the beginning of August and we’d spend the weekend together going on outings such as museums, parks, going swimming and going out to dinner. I always looked forward to this every year. It was a great way for the adoptive parents to stay connected and for us, adoptees to be around each other. Everyone was like family. It was like having many siblings. To know that someone went through the same thing you did helped me personally. I didn’t feel alone. I felt like I belonged. As we got older we haven’t met up but we still keep in contact through Christmas cards and social media today. I am so grateful to this day to meet new adoptees who share somewhat similar stories to mine. It honestly isn’t an easy topic to talk about for me because it stirs up many emotions and it makes me wonder why things happened the way it has, but makes me view things in a different way. I have decided that I want to take some time out of my life and use my voice and become an advocate for child adoptions both internationally and nationally, educate and bring awareness. I’m beyond thankful for my parents and for those who took care of me and helping my parents adopt me and becoming the person who I am today.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton