None of us adoptees were born on the airport to which we arrived when we were sent from Korea. But few of us know the surrounding events, and for some of us our backgrounds are only a few measly lines printed down in our adoption files by an anonymous social worker.
My second older sister told me about the events surrounding my birth. Through e-mail and thanks to our conversations face to face, she has been able to complete my background story. Not only that, she also told me her honest feelings about our first meetings and the guilt she felt because it was I who found them – not the other way around.
She also told me later that even though our Korean parents asked the social workers where I was sent, both at the time of-and also after my adoption, the social workers refused to tell them by referring to my rights to privacy. So my Korean family didn’t know if I was living in Korea or was sent abroad.
