My name is Ebba Katherine. My biological mother has always thought of me as a Katherine until the day I’ve found her and she noticed that I’m Swedish now.
Well I’m going to start from the beginning. I was born in Colombia, Bogota. November the third 1995 was the day I saw my biological mom for the first time and the last my biological mom thought. My next stop was Los Pisingos orphanage. Meanwhile in Sweden there were two parents and a 2,5 year old boy who got a phonecall from the adoption agency in Sweden. They said that there was a little girl waiting for them in Colombia so they packed their bags and went to Colombia.
My biological mom lived her life like she did before she was pregnant but she could never forget this little girl who was her daughter. She needed to work and take care of her 5 year old son so she needed to stay strong even though it wasn’t easy. Three years later she got a son and a few years after that she got one more son. Her sons told her they wanted a sister and she wanted to tell them they already have one.
I was 16 years old, angry at everything (because I was a teenager). I had two siblings, a brother and a sister. I used to argue with my dad and I felt so alone even though I was surrounded by people. I had the information I knew I had a biological mom out there and a big brother and I needed to find them. I had the information I needed so I searched for my mom on Facebook in school. I saw a profile picture with the same eyes as me and I couldn’t stop looking so I went to that Facebook profile every time I was bored. One day I got in touch with a woman who spoke both english and spanish. She said that she could help me, I didn’t have any hope but I wanted to try. A few days later she sent me a message, she had written to my mom and it was my mom. Something happened that day. I decided to do everything for them so I could be with them, I studied spanish and not as much as my class mates, I studied more. I was finally not alone.
I’m 22 soon. I’ve went through so much. I’ve been through heart breaks and panic attacks. Ups and downs. I’ve been in Colombia four times, I can talk with them through whatsapp if I want to. I’m still struggling the fact that I’m both Colombian and Swedish and that I have my dear family on the other side of the world.
I’m studying to a kindergarten teacher because I want to be able to help people, to affect their future. I live in Varberg and I haven’t felt this good for a long time. I have boyfriend who is my other half, he understands me more than I do.
This blog is for you guys, non adopted, adopted, adoptive parents, birth parents, friends, family and strangers. I want you to know how many things that is in a adopted persons head. I want you to know that everything will not be perfect but at least you can enjoy the things you have in life as an adoptee.
And yeah… some day I want to write a book, like J.K . Rowling but less fantasy. I’m living for my dreams and I’m not giving up on them.