"I grew up in a small town in Connecticut. I always knew I was adopted: my mum told me that, as well as her, I had my tummy mummy. I was adopted from the Dominican Republic. My mum there was called Julianna, and she and my dad gave me up for adoption because they were poor. Fast-forward to 2013, and I was 24 and working in a restaurant in New Haven. One day, one of my co workers, Julia, noticed my Dominican Republic flag tattoo."
"I clicked on his 23andMe profile and it said: If you were adopted from the Dominican Republic, I might be able to find your family. I messaged him and asked if he could help. He replied and told me his mum was my mum's cousin, and they had been good friends. He said that my mum had passed away since, but my dad was still alive, and I had lots of siblings."
I grew up in a small Connecticut town and always knew I was adopted. I was adopted from the Dominican Republic; my birth mother Julianna and my birth father gave me up because they were poor. In 2013 I worked in New Haven and bonded with a coworker, Julia, who was also adopted from the Dominican Republic, but comparing paperwork showed different birth details. In 2018 a 23andMe kit led to a first cousin once-removed in Connecticut who connected me to extended family. I learned my birth mother had died, my birth father was alive, and I had multiple siblings; I met relatives, received friend requests, had video calls, and spoke to my father for the first time.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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