A Piece of My Writing: (Writing my feelings and experience in third person…) A Long Way From Home…Who is She?
October 26, 2018
A long way from home.
A home she never got to know.
A long way from her mother.
A mother who she never got to see.
Her lonely heart is aching to be reunited.
Without a map or compass, in what direction does she turn?
The chaos of thoughts and emotions are too much sometimes.
She did not ask for this.
Any of it.
A long way from her culture.
A culture she never got to be a part of.
A long way from her history.
A history she never got to participate in.
Her confused mind is making her question everything.
Without a name, a place, a date, where does she start to search?
The doubts and frustration are growing stronger every day.
She can’t give up.
She won’t.
A long way from her family.
A family she never got to bond with.
A long way from her country.
A country she never got to grow up in.
She is sad.
She is angry.
She is hurt.
She is lost.
Who is she?
Written by Amanda Medina
April 7, 2018
PS. We are all in this together!
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Amanda Medina
I was adopted from Medellin, Colombia to Sweden in 1985. I was about a year and a half when I started my life as an adoptee, and it would take 32 years until I was ready to face what that means, what that has always meant, and what that will always mean.
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