Found a photo on my dad’s phone

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I don’t know why he wanted to go to this supermarket in Colombia. And I remember that I was upset because we were on the last day and I missed everybody so much. My feelings had ups and downs. Some days I were really happy and some days I was angry and didn’t want to talk or anything. I’m just saying this, when you’re meeting your biological family it’s a lot of feelings involved. I didn’t want to leave my family at all and I knew that I only had some days left. It was like a bomb ready to explode. At the airport the bomb exploded and I was crying from Colombia to Sweden. When we waited for our flight from Frankfurt to Sweden, we sat in a restaurant. It was my birthday but all I could think of was when I said goodbye to my brother. When we came to Copenhagen (the nearest international airport to my home) I saw my adoptive mom and hugged her really tight. And I cried. When I finally came home I stopped cry but I continued to cry at the evening.


Author: Ebba Katherine

My name is Ebba Katherine, I was born in Colombia 1995, I'm writing about my life as adopted with two families.

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