It took her sixty years, but she finally did manage to maneuver the tangled maze of history and silence.
“Why do they make it so difficult?” she had demanded one day, flooded with frustrations.
“Shame, I suppose,” the woman at the records office had shrugged.
And a shame it was.
One that too many women carried, and too many cultures reinforced.
Sealed hopes.
But shame could not, in the end, keep her story from being told.
She watched the ancient lady in the market. Half-bent. Wholly recognizable.
Her birth mother.
A rare root unfurled inside her heart. Sprouted. Took hold.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Brenda Cox
I read. Then I read again and let the words sink in. Beautifully done. And so many reasons why it is difficult, I should think.
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Thank you, my friend! Yes, so many different reasons why it can be difficult, though I do believe that shame plays a huge role in why this is such a secret, still, in so many case. Be it the adoption itself, or the people involved, or why, or how to find them. DNA tests seem to help some people where the ‘system’ had failed them. Someone I know found an older sister he didn’t know he had, through such a test. She’d been adopted. Now they’re reconnecting.
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Oh, I agree. Shame has to be a big part. And not everyone wants to be found. It’s a beautiful thing when both sides are happy to have found each other, even if it’s only to acknowledge the other’s existence.
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So true!
It is certainly not a ‘one feeling’ or ‘one thing fits all’ reality (most human things aren’t eh?), but I’m glad for the discussion and really glad you agree … 😉
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Is there in anything?
Excellent subject for discussion.
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(looking through my “human issues” file) Nope. Nothing I can find that’s simple when it comes to people …
Let the discussions ensue! 🙂
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😀
Indeed!
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Beautifully written and sensitively told. Powerful imagery at the end!
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Thank you! I’m so glad it resonated!
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You’re welcome!
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Adoption… it is a very tense subject. On one hand, a child lives that might have been very well dead. On the other, a mother’s pain as giving up the child of her heart. One of the many foster homes I was in had adopted two of China’s angels. The girls never knew their homeland or culture… even so, they were not treated well at school and often teased for being “too American”. So very sad.
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Yes, so very sad! The topic of adoption (let alone International Adoption and inter-racial adoption and cross-cultural adoption) is fraught with pain and possibility. Taking the secrecy and shame out of it can go a long way, IMO, to minimize some of the pain, even if it may never completely avoid the inherent loss that comes with the realities of the need for and the process of adoption.
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FYI, just in case it is helpful: https://naamayehuda.com/2020/06/14/challenges-in-adoption-of-traumatized-children/
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Oh, very good. I suppose they have to make it hard to protect those who don’t want to be found, but it must be very difficult for those trying to work through the system.
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Indeed, though one wonders why so many need protection from being found … and how shame – societal and other – may be something we can help address, so that fewer of those who end up needing to put a child up for adoption, feel the need to hide it from the children, even once grown.
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Shame is a thing we learn, and can unlearn
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Indeed! Very true!
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Lovely prose with an important story to tell.
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Thank you, my friend! 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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🙂
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Shame should be banned, having a child should be celebrated almost however that child comes about
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I agree that shame is destructive. Guilt has a place in helping one examine their actions and their impact on others, but shaming – let alone of those who often are the least worthy of that shaming – is unneeded and is often cruel for the sake of inflicting pain and controlling others.
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This is powerful. Well done!
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Thank you! I am so pleased it resonated!
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Wonderfully written! And I hope her birth mother was happy to meet her daughter in her old age.
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I hope so, too! Though, I also know a woman who ‘stalked’ (well, not really, but she found out who she was and watched her a few times) her then-elderly birth mother but never actually spoke to her or introduced herself. She was too afraid of being rejected and she was loathe to bring up things that maybe her birth mother could not tolerate. The elderly woman was reportedly quite frail. So, I don’t know whether that was a good or bad decision, but the woman I know did not, in the end, meet her mother. She found solace in knowing who her mother is, and that her mother was alive still. Was it enough? Perhaps. Or, it was what she’d managed at the time. Saddened me, though I understood it, too.
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What a truly beautiful story. It’s made so by the way you resolve the issue of shame with your last line “A rare root unfurled inside her heart. Sprouted. Took hold.” Love is a wonderful healer.
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Thank you, Penny! Indeed, love is the best healer, for we all heal with love. 🙂
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Beautiful and sad. Shame is hard to lose, it is not only within oneself but driven by the generation, the culture, the family. These are high hurdles to overcome.
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Truth, truth, truth.
Very much so. And as a society, conformity and religion have been used to shame, too. We have a lot to undo to progress when it comes to human rights and combating shame-as-control.
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Yes, absolutely.
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Na’ama Y’karah,
There are so many of these stories of people finding their birth parents and siblings after a lifetime. Some happy…some not so happy. I hope this is a happy reunion. Beautifully written which is no surprise.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
And … yes, I hope this one is a happy one, though I know many are not …
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That is beautiful. I’m not lingering on the shame but the eventual outcome
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Thank you, Crispina! 🙂
Yes, the eventual outcome is a relief. However widely it had manifested.
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It wasn’t uncommon
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🙂 indeed!
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What a great story. You really express the heartache and the searching and the relief so well. That last line. Pure poetry.
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Thank you! 🙂
Am gratified that the heartache, searching, and relief were all communicated! And thank you, too, for the compliment. 🙂
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I love this. I have a friend for whom this actually took place. She located her mother 40 years after she was given away for adoption, and was able to meet her and be with her in her final days. Since then she has found several relatives, even a couple of siblings. Sometimes these stories do have happy endings!
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Yes! I’ve heard of similar … and of different searches and endings, too. It is always good to have hope, and a happy ending. 🙂
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