I was adopted at the age of 2 1/2. My story goes something like this – Once there was a Japanese woman living and working in France. She was teaching at the university in Grenoble; her specialty was linguistics. She was married with children when she met a writer from Czechoslovakia. One thing led to another, and then there was me. Her husband agreed to allow me into their lives and family even though he was not my biological father. Fast forward a few years and the family is returning to Japan. The husband would be shamed to bring a child who was obviously not his back to his home country. So, the woman makes the impossible decision to put me up for adoption.
As I have heard the story told, I was quite devastated to leave my mother and head off with strangers who spoke a different language. But soon enough, I settled in, and my story ends happily. I could not have picked better parents. And so I am thankful that they opened their hearts and lives to a little French speaking Eurasian girl. I am also grateful to the woman who did the best she could for her husband, her children and hopefully for herself. My mind cannot comprehend how your heart heals from that, but I hope hers did.