A TRUE STORY FOR ADOPTION - OURS

I want to share a lot about adoption. We experienced what not! Our life is like a saga filled with exciting moments. My husband and I were both adopted and found our biological parents and most relatives. We will be happy to be as useful as we can to any adoptee or adoptive parent who seeks the truth! I will write only some of the things that happened to us. If I have to write them all, it will be a long novel. Our names were Christina and Vasil before we were adopted. We were born in 1973. An interesting fact is that our family was born on the 24th in consecutive months. Our daughter - on July 24, my son - on August 24, I - on September 24, and my husband - on October 24. In a TV show on February 20, 2002 (symmetrical date), they said that on that day, whoever wanted to, whatever would happen. Vasil and I both wanted to find our biological parents. Vasil went on a tour of the orphanages in Plovdiv. From there, they refused to give him information. He decided to go to the former district people's council to see his original birth certificate. The one he had from the adopters was from 1977. One of the employees, not knowing how, agreed to open the book and show him the act. With the data from him, he officially filed a request for the case to be opened by the District Court. On March 4, 2002 (less than a month later) he made the court decision for his adoption. There is another interesting fact about the dates - on this date March 4, 2002 we found out for the first time who Vasil's mother was and I called her, on March 4, 2004 I talked to my biological mother for the first time, and 4 years later - Late on March 4 I found out who my father was and we talked. As far as we know, the District Court is now dealing with such cases. By law, we have the right to receive such information. We did the same with me. My doubts turned out to be true - I was really adopted. On March 28, 2002, I realized this for sure. On April 2, 2002, I made the court decision for my adoption. From the information he saw in the documents, Vasil learned that he had been looked after by his mother for two years, as after the divorce he was sentenced to her and his sister Valentina to her father. He was then given up for adoption on December 24, 1975. He has been living in the Mother and Child Home - Plovdiv for 1 year and 6 months. After the court decision, we started looking for Vasil's biological mother. We asked at the town hall, where it was written that she was born, if they had such a person. We were told that she had moved to live in the Sliven region. And there we asked the town hall about such a resident and so we came to her coordinates. We found out that she is married and has two children. When we were told her new last name, we easily found her landline phone. Without introducing myself, I asked her to record our phones. She asked Galya if she should give them these numbers, obviously she mistaken me for someone. I tried to prepare her mentally that I would tell her something very personal that would shock her. I asked her if I could talk. She replied that there was no problem. Then I said that I was the friend of her son Vasil, who wanted to meet her. His mother is silent without saying a word for at least a minute. Then he asked, "What about him" "He is alive and well!" - I said - "He just wants to see you." Then his mother said, "I do not know such a man." Apparently her children were in the room with her. She couldn't say anything else. We looked for Vasil's father. When we learned his names and where he came from, we immediately called the mayor's office of the village in question to ask about him. They gave us his PIN, and from random people we contacted by phone (BTC), we learned about his marital status, where he lives and his phone. It turned out that he had four marriages and many children by different women. It didn't matter to us, wasn't Vasil one of them? We called him on the phone to tell him that his son Vasil wanted to meet him. He came to us with his wife a few days later on March 31, 2002. We still don't know why he did it. We assume that it came out of curiosity, and why not "make" something ?! We went to his village on April 17, 2002. When we asked people where he lived, they looked at us strangely and asked why he had lured us, why we were looking for him. I have no words to describe the picture. We were sad that Vasco had such a father. E, after all, he greeted us somehow and we even slept with them. We had learned the names and other detailed of the children of the father of many children. One of them - Valentina, born 3 years before my husband in 1970, who lives in Pazardzhik, is the daughter of the father in question and the biological mother of Vasil. One of the father's sons is called Stoyko. We were told that he was born in 1979 and that he lived with his girlfriend in a neighboring village in Pazardzhik. We hitchhiked Valya on July 20, 2002 (we didn't have enough money at the moment). We were picked up by a young man who introduced himself to us as Stoyko, that he lived with his girlfriend, etc ... Everything coincided - he was one of the many sons of the prolific father. I told Stoyko to stop the car because I have something very exciting to tell him. I was afraid he would crash because of the shock he would experience. He looked at me puzzled, but after my insistence, he stopped. I told him, "Your brother is behind you!" It turned out that the children of the famous father did not know each other. He "forgot" to meet them. It is good that responsive employees told us (unofficially, of course) which children are taken to the gentleman. Stoyko found out from us that he had a sister Valya and met her later. After a while we learned that he was not Vasil's brother, but for that - later. We found out that my biological mother-in-law lives with one of her brothers Vasil. My husband is named after him. On June 14, 2002, we wrote him a long registered letter. On July 25, 2002, the uncle found himself on a bicycle, which he used to travel all over Bulgaria. She brought a picture of her sister and my husband as a child. Most importantly, Vasil's mother told her brother to let us know, that the prolific father is not his and does not go to expose himself to seek him. He told us the name of his biological father, that he was born in the town of Rakitovo and lived in the center there, without specifying which street and which number. Vasco's mother met him when she was not yet divorced, so by law they wrote my husband in the name of her husband (the father of many children). We were happy to rest after this news. My uncle came to visit us regularly for a few days. Five days later, on July 30, 2002, we finally found Valentina, Vasil's sister, who is married in Pazardzhik and has two children. I told her she had a brother. Vasco was waiting for me in a nearby cafe, eager to find out how she received the news. Valya immediately believed me, knowing her father, who in recent years had shown interest only in his three stepdaughters, instead of at least one of his children. He was very happy and invited us to his home. It was an unforgettable meeting! She said that since her parents divorced, her father did not take enough care of her, her grandmother raised her, and she has only seen her mother once since she got married. Valya was once told that her mother had died. She immediately left for the Sliven region. It turned out that the mother was alive and well, but unfortunately Vasil's sister felt that she was not wanted in her new family. At that time, my biological mother-in-law already had two small children, to whom she did not tell that they had a sister, let alone a brother left at home. We are in constant contact with Valentina. Her second husband Stefan also received us very well. On August 10, 2002, we found the sister of the father of many children, who hinted to us that he was not Vasco's biological father. He told us about some of his sufferings and his irresponsible attitude towards Valya. On October 16, 2002, we were waiting for a bus. A car with Roma passengers stopped next to us. They asked us where the state hospital in Plovdiv was. We decided to go there because it was on our way. We were told that they were from the town of Rakitovo. One passenger looked at Vasil and told him he reminded him of someone. Remember who - mentioned the name of his biological father! We were amazed (we heard that the Roma were very observant, and later we learned that the father worked near their neighborhood). We decided to trust them because they looked like intelligent and wealthy people. We had learned the name of the central street of Rakitovo and on the BTC website named after her we had found the probable address of my biological father-in-law. We gave one man (Strahil Krumov - Gundi) a photo of Vasil with our coordinates and asked him to discreetly show it to the owner of the house at the address we indicated and to tell him that this is his son who is looking for him. The father did not call, so we thought that Strahil had not kept his promise, but later we found out that he had done the job immediately. On Christmas Eve, December 24, 2002, we were in a good mood and decided to create one for Vasil's biological father. I called the number we had found on the BTC website, which we thought belonged to the father. A man called and, making sure that the time was right to present the "news", I told him that his son was looking for him. He laughed and regretted that his wife was not home when the man wore the photo to laugh together. It turned out, that he is only a year older than us, so he cannot be my husband's father. Years ago, a man with the same names lived in a neighboring house and worked in the same restaurant in Tsigov Chark, where my interlocutor worked, but at a different time. We learned that the gentleman in question is already in the town of Peshtera. His fanname also told us. Apparently it was already about Vasil's father! We immediately called for telephone inquiries and they gave us his home phone. I called him. I congratulated him on the holiday. I asked him if I could tell him something delicate. He told me to call him in 5 minutes. That's what I did. I told him that his son wanted to meet him. After a "minute" of silence, he said he would look for him after the New Year. Do not do it. On May 13, 2003, Uncle Vasil introduced us to the relatives who had sheltered Vasco and his mother before he was placed in the home. They were stunned with joy, since they saw this man as a two-year-old child. They often visited Vasco at home. They brought him a birthday cake when he was 3 years old, the next birthday - too, but they were told that he had already been adopted (both sad and happy news for them). These relatives told us how hard my husband's mother lived. At the end of May 2003, Uncle Vasil found Vasco's biological father in the town of Peshtera and showed him photos. His father promised to call, but that did not happen again, and on September 30, 2003, we went to Peshtera with my uncle. The father, seeing us from the balcony, could not stop. It shone now, now the room light went out. It was completely inadequate. When he came down, he hurried to warn us that we were introduced to his wife as his colleagues. The uncle immediately asked him, "What are you doing on a hoe, so you didn't call? People just want to see you! ” We went to a restaurant. My biological father-in-law and Vasil did not look at each other. They told each other things through us. At one point, that boundary disappeared. Uncle and I fell silent and left them alone to talk. His father said that when my husband's mother became pregnant, he was 17 years old. She was not yet divorced, although she did not live with her ex-husband. My biological father-in-law was about to enter the barracks. His parents forced their two lovers not to get married. We learned that Vasil had a paternal sister, uncle, nephews and a living grandfather, whom his father promised to introduce him to. But alas, we found them ourselves after a long wait for him to do the job. At the farewell, the father and son shook hands and promised to keep in touch. Well, it didn't happen that way. He called me several times to tell his son that he would come the next day, but to this day they have not seen each other again. We later learned that Vasco's mother was very attached to him and went to talk to him several times to take responsibility for their son and her cousin, whose children would be discussed later. Probably that's why she watched him for 2 years, hoping that her father would "come to his senses". Maybe she gave it up for adoption because she wanted to erase her past. In the meantime, we were looking for my biological mother. From the adoption file we learned only her three names, that she has Bulgarian citizenship, and that she was a student at that time. The father was said to be unknown. It turned out to be quite difficult to find her, because we didn't know where she was from (there was no declaration of refusal from me in the case, and it indicates the place of birth of the biological parent), and its three names are common. We went to look for information in the town where she gave birth to me. We asked the mayor through a written request, he provided us with the same data that we already knew. We went to the state archives in the same city. When I told the employee why I was there, what my name was and what date I was born, she literally shouted, “What? On September 24, 1973? Christina! I gave birth together with your mother! ” . He even gathered the other employees. We were all in tears. Unfortunately, he didn't remember where my mother was from. She told me that together with them she gave birth to and left a child and another woman who was not of a very high intellectual level, but had a healthy beautiful baby. For me, there has been a great struggle for prospective adoptive parents, perhaps because I am the child of a student. My adoptive parents later confirmed this, adding that I was a sick baby, but they wanted a child who was likely to be smart, not the healthy baby mentioned above. The clerk said that my mother cried all the time because it was very difficult for her to leave me, and people were constantly pressuring her to do so. The employee from the archive told us how everyone in the maternity ward felt sorry for my mother, even some cried for her. When I told her this, she said that she was ashamed of herself and thought that others considered her a second-rate person. Finally, my adoptive parent was inclined to say that my mother was studying physics. Vasil went to Plovdiv University. With many kandermi, the officers agreed to open the archives and told him where she came from. We immediately called the same town hall. We were told in which settlement he currently lives. We also found out where it works. I wrote a long letter - 12 pages large format. I sent it by registered mail to her official address. Two days later, on March 4, 2004, Vasco and I just commented that they were probably delivering the mail. My mother called him and explained with great excitement who she was and that she did not have the strength to talk to me, but he would come in a week. I couldn't believe he didn't try to deny it, judging by Vasco's biological parents. He really came. Maybe the day before our meeting I received a letter and a photo of her. She wrote that she was filled with much joy, fear, and hope. In the photo, she seemed quite worried and did not look healthy. I sensed that she had experienced something terrible. He also wrote to me that he now has a changed appearance. The night before the meeting, I dreamed that both my mothers were attending my official event. My biological mother looked at me from afar meekly, with delight, and my adoptive mother gave me a nice expensive perfume. I hugged her and told her she was my mother. I woke up with a very bad feeling. I didn't feel like going to the meeting. I told friends that I would not tell her "mother" and that I would return her with the next train. I still went to the meeting. I waited on the train bench for the train to arrive. What thoughts were raging inside me. I cried. The most interesting thing was that there was a girl on the bench next to me who we looked like and she was crying too. I thought she was probably my sister, but it turned out to be a coincidence. The train set. I can't describe the excitement ... the tears ... My mother would probably come down from it ... We met immediately! It really was different from the picture. We hugged tightly and I repeated: "Mom, Mom, ...". Blood water does not work, I learned from experience. Besides my son, she is the second biological relative I touched ... We sat on a bench to smoke cigarettes. We laughed that she also smoked people like mine (at that time I smoked the cheapest), but for "prestige" she bought more expensive ones. I asked her if she had experienced anything terrible. She replied that I had a brother, her only child besides me, who unfortunately drowned when he was 22 (and I would have drowned, but I was saved at the last minute). She was soon operated on for cancer. She and her husband are currently living with their grief. After she left me, she never felt completely happy. She didn't really enjoy my brother's holidays, because she kept wondering what was going on with me. We cried and talked. When she left me, she was depressed for half a year. Then I followed everything that happened in the city where I was born. She wanted to look for me, but she was afraid of thinking that it wasn't until after my brother's death that she thought of me. You said that if I looked at least a little like her, I would find her. It's a miracle we found her. In the maternity hospital, a woman gave birth to a stillborn baby. They put my mother on systems to give birth to me faster so they could show her the dead baby to avoid the adoption procedure. Good thing I didn't want to go out, because I wouldn't know her now. My mother found out about this in secret from an employee at the maternity hospital, to whom she was very nice. Part of the archives of the Stara Zagora District Court was burned in a fire. If my adoption case had burned down, I wouldn't know my mother now. That's why I say that it was a miracle to find her. From the station we went to our home, I introduced her to Vasil. When we calmed down, she told me at length, that I have an aunt and uncle, a living grandmother and two first cousins, that my brother was a very noble and strong man, that he helped many people, even fought to protect those in need. He gave me pictures of my brother and an old picture of him with my father. He said that his name was Sasho, that he was a native of the Novozagorsk region, the month and year of his birth, and that he was a miner at that time. Nothing more. She explained that she was not ready to tell me more or look for him. He gave me a gold ring left by my grandmother, which I unfortunately lost. Then she came a few more times, so far we keep in touch by letters and SMS, she calls me when she can. Her husband doesn't know about me. My grandmother knows about my existence, but not that we have discovered each other. She was sick and my mother didn't want to make her excited. My uncle, my aunt, her husband and her children know, that we have found each other. My mother had told me where my aunt worked. My husband decided to surprise me - he found her, contacted her and told me that I would talk to her soon. I was very excited. He called when they had agreed and we talked. My aunt and I talked on the phone regularly. On July 24, 2007, I gave birth to our daughter. It is named after my biological mother. She, my aunt and my first cousin came to discharge the baby 5 days later. Then I met them. I was more than excited and even inadequate. I met my cousin for the second time the day after the New Year (January 1, 2008), which is understandable why I was inadequate again after a stormy party. Then I met my cousin's wife and nephew. I keep in touch with them via the Internet. Below we will talk about why I haven't heard from my aunt for some time. I hope, however, to change that. On May 12, 2004, a short article about our stories so far appeared in the Maritsa newspaper. It aroused great interest and was copied by other newspapers ("Shock" - May 19, 2004; "Contra" - May 24, 2005). Uncle Vasil shared that he wants to work in Plovdiv. Without hesitation we decided to help him. We found a van to transport all his luggage. On July 7, 2004, we went to my biological mother-in-law's house, where the uncle in question lived. Vasil was about to see his mother for the first time ... Our friends were in the van, who, like us, were trembling in anticipation. Due to the great excitement, our trip seemed infinitely long. The most interesting thing was that the uncle had not told his sister that he would live with us, and that it was her son who would come to pick him up. When we entered their yard, the brother asked his sister if she would guess who her son was. She went out into the yard, walking slowly, weakened by a recent minor operation or perhaps by excitement. We were sitting at a table in the yard, invited by my uncle. My husband's mother greeted everyone, shaking hands with them, with me being the penultimate and her son the last. It seemed to me that her excitement was growing in an ascending gradation (as well as ours) and the handshake with Vasco was the longest. He recovered very quickly from the emotional moment, sat down next to us at the table and started a light casual conversation. Introduce us to your husband, who recently knew the secret. He introduced us to his children without telling them who we were. We shook hands with them with great excitement, and they ... didn't know they were shaking their brother's hand! The mother said she wanted to tell them she had a son when they were old enough. Vasil's brother was 19 at the time, and the sister - at 17. We quickly found a job for Uncle Vasil. He lived with us for about 2 months and went abroad, where he is to this day. On June 21, 2007, we found the address of Vasil's paternal grandfather, who was also adopted. We wrote him a long letter in which we described in detail who we were and that we were looking for him only for the purpose of acquaintance. I was pregnant then and his first great-granddaughter was about to give birth, which we also mentioned in the letter. There was no answer or call from Grandpa. We believe that his second wife jealously keeps him from getting closer to his relatives for commercial purposes. We have not given up on meeting Grandpa Kiril. On October 20, 2007, we searched the Internet for the rare surname of Vasil's father. The first and last name of his uncle, who has his own company in Sofia, came out. We weren't sure if it was the same person. The company had an email address. We sent a letter stating that if the company belonged to the person in question (we added his father's name), we asked him to confirm in order to tell him interesting news. Vasco Anna's fin responded that this was exactly the Peter we were looking for. Of course, we wrote a letter immediately. We were waiting for an answer with great impatience and hope. We were very happy that the uncle, his wife and their two sons received us unreservedly, were happy with the letter and wanted to meet us soon. On December 8, 2007 they came to visit us. We were immediately fascinated. Extremely intelligent, good and witty people who did not let us get bored for even a second. They slept with us, and the next day we celebrated Annie's manor day (I don't call her chinka because she is only 6 years older than us, and I feel like a close friend). The family invited us to celebrate Christmas at their home in Rakitovo. We stayed a few days. This was our first Christmas we celebrated with other people. We felt like we were in a real family. I will not describe how warmly they greeted us, nor about the rich table. Most of the time, the baby slept very peacefully over his biological grandfather's room, which was missing, as always. The child had never felt so at ease in an unfamiliar setting. To our joy on Easter we will be in Rakitovo again with this wonderful family. On October 23, 2007, we wrote a letter to Miglena (27), Vasil's paternal biological sister. We later found out she didn't get it. On Skype we found through strangers from the town of Batak the skype address and phone number of her friend, having previously been informed, that he coexists with him. I called him on January 22, 2008 and asked for Miglena's number. He readily gave it to me and asked me what I was looking for. I told him in plain text that her brother was looking for her. (She only has a sister from another father.) He called her right before me. When I called her, I told her the news in a trembling voice. She was very excited. She asked me what the guarantee was that he was her brother. I mentioned his mother's name. Because of this fact, she believed immediately and said she was happy. She said that their grandmother had prepared her before she died, that it was likely that the woman in question would have a brother or sister. We chatted all night on Skype and sent each other photos. She expressed regret that we had not contacted her before. And we waited for their father to tell her. We liked each other on Skype. Really lost years. On January 26, 2008, Maggie came to bed. It was very exciting to see the happiness of a brother and sister. She is a wonderful person, a real treasure! At our next meetings we laughed a lot. He often comes to visit us. It is more difficult for the baby and me to go to them in Sofia. Periodically, through the search engine in Skype, we searched for subscribers with the rare surname (by father) of Vasil's mother. A woman's name came out. We wrote her that we were her relatives. Mariana responded on February 1, 2008. We started writing to each other on Skype and gradually revealed to her who was looking for her. She had heard that her father's first cousin had a child left at home. She has a sister Gergana and a wonderful husband Kiril, but unfortunately the cousins' father died very young. Several biological relatives of Vasil told him that he most resembled both visually and in character his great-grandfather and the father of these cousins. Excitement again! Even before they see Vasil, from the photos we sent them and the way he expressed himself, the sisters found a touching resemblance to their father! She is very similar to one of them - Mariana. It wasn't long before the three of us (Geri, Mariana and Kiril) came to visit us on February 9, 2008. We had a great time, both then and at each of our regular meetings. Not a day has passed without keeping in touch. We can no longer imagine our lives without them! On February 23, we visited the cousins ​​in question. The next day we met Vasil's mother's younger brother - his uncle and his family. We had previously asked the cousins ​​to ask him if he wanted to contact us. He was very happy to see my husband as a child. His family welcomed us very warmly. The uncle is a very warm-hearted man. They hugged their nephew very tightly. At this meeting, my husband met his two first cousins. In turn, we invited the uncle's family. They came to sleep on March 15, 2008. We liked each other a lot and we keep in touch with them. After a four-year search, I found my father on March 4, 2008. I asked my mother several times to tell him more details about him, but she refused because she did not feel ready. We also asked my aunt, but she did not give me information and stopped calling me since then. We decided to act alone. I used the search engine to find Skype addresses of people from the place where I assumed that my father lived. Strangers helped me. Once again I was convinced that there are many good and responsive people in this world. At first he was confused with a deceased man who had been drunk in his last years, was lonely and inadequate. I cried all night. I wrote a poem: "To Dad (message to the afterlife)" and I thought the next day to go to church to light candles in his memory. The next day, before noon, thank God, they recognized him by an old photo - from 1973, which I had sent to his fellow citizens, without explaining to them why I was looking for him. The stranger who helped me is called Mitko. We are now in regular contact with him. I was connected with this wonderful man by a wonderful lady, with whom we also became friends via Skype and later met (we are constantly in touch with her, with another lady, with whom we meet even more regularly and also helped us with others. people from my father's settlement). As early as midnight, my assistant went on a reconnaissance as soon as I sent him a message that my father had died. No one in the area where we were told that this man lived had thought of such a Sasho. There was only one house left that my benefactor did not know who it belonged to. The next morning, the search, which resembled Studio X, continued, organized by Mitko, and other searchers were involved. It was my great joy to be alive and well! He is married but has no children of his own. His name is not Sasho, but he has a similar name and he is not from the Novi Zagorje region, but from the Yambol region. I talked to him on the phone. He was shocked because he did not know that my mother was pregnant - they separated and she apparently decided that there was no point in telling him. And all the facts coincide. He was so excited, so happy! Daughter and two grandchildren! I told him I looked like him in profile, judging by the picture my mother gave me. We talked to each other - me about mine, he about his life. I don't judge anyone for anything. Whatever it was remains in the past. Finally, the puzzle of my life is sorted out! This makes me really happy - to know my roots, to have something to say to my children! The long-awaited meeting took place on March 25, 2008 at the Annunciation. I was just preparing food for the baby and my father called and pleasantly surprised me that he was with us in 2 minutes. I met him on the street, we hugged and I shouted: "My dear father, let me see you at last!". When we sat down, I told him he was even more beautiful than I had imagined. He wanted to hear everything again from the beginning. He expressed indignation at my mother's act of not telling him about me. The baby was very happy and usually embarrassed by strangers. He told me about his family and relatives. I have 2 aunts, one deceased uncle and a living grandmother, whom we want to meet. We keep in touch when he has the opportunity to do so. We are both very happy that we have come. Meanwhile, again through strangers, we found the mobile phone number and Skype of Vasil's biological maternal brother, and later his sister, without, of course, telling anyone why they had our numbers. Their parents learned that we wanted to tell them the secret they had carefully kept from them. They didn't think it was time to reveal it to them. Six years ago, they had promised to tell them they had a brother. Only their son was an adult then. With each passing day we became more and more impatient for this to happen and finally Vasil's desire to know them came to an end and on April 9, 2008 we made contact with our brother. We started on Skype without first telling him directly, later we revealed to him that he was texting his brother. The boy was shocked. We have a copy of the court decision on the adoption, which we were ready to show him. On the one hand, he was happy, especially when he saw his brother's photos, and on the other hand, he felt confused. When we finished talking to him, I continued chatting with his girlfriend all night. After 2 days we agreed to come with her to stay overnight (they are students and live in Sofia). With great excitement and joy, the brother packed his bags and left, but in the middle of the road to the station he suddenly hesitated and returned. She immediately called my husband to apologize and told him he needed some time. After a few days, he made sense of everything and said that he was happy and that they would come soon. On April 12, 2008, we called Vasil's sister to tell her the news. Her brother hadn't told her. She was shocked, of course. Her brother called her after our conversation and confirmed the accuracy of the information. On April 14, the sister spoke with her mother. She asked her if they had a brother. She confirmed and revealed to her that in addition to a brother, they also have an older sister, Valya. It was the brother who had fully recovered from the shock of having a brother, the little sister surprised him that he had an older sister. That evening, for the first time, the little sister contacted us via Skype. We found out that they and Vasil are similar in character and way of speaking. They liked it very much. On April 16 (the date of Vasil's older sister's birth), my biological mother-in-law's husband called me to reproach us for being in a hurry to tell his children about their brother's existence. We explained to him that Vasil had already waited long enough for them to be told - 6 years, and that their children had the right to know about him. We reassured him that we did not intend to discredit his family, nor did we tell anyone else's secret, except for their son and daughter. After our conversation, the father talked to his daughter - Vasco's sister. A little later, I saw that my biological mother-in-law's husband was calling again. My husband picked up the phone and, contrary to our expectations, he regretted his conversation with me, said that he was affected and that he encouraged his children to keep in touch with us. He even invited us to his own home. It doesn't matter to us how things started, the important thing is that they ended well, happy ending! Our stories don't end there. We have more acquaintances ahead of us. The Bible says that we will know the truth and it will set us free. This is what happened to us and the relatives we found. The truth has changed and will only change the lives of those who have encountered it, will make them free. Our advice to adoptive parents is to tell their adopted children the truth at the right time and in the right way! Good luck to all - health and happy life of the adopted children and their adoptive parents !!! To be continued. April 16, 2008