When you were born, as told by my sister

Moa, when you were born I was about 7 years old~
Mum said she went to the hospital to have the baby but there was no baby. So I remember I kept asking mum for a long time “Where did the baby go, why did you come back without the baby”. At that time I didn’t know what adoption was or why you had to be sent for adoption but mum told me why later when I had become older…
Most Koreans keep it a secret if they put child up for adoption. However mum didn’t want to send you away but because she had to (lit. “it became unavoidable”), if mum for some reason wouldn’t be able to search for you, she always told me I had to, in her place.

Because we didn’t know where you had been sent, we often watched a TV show in which people searched for their relatives.
The day we got the call from the adoption agency in Seoul, I was off work. Though I had heard about you from mum and I had made the promise with the intent to look for you later… but then the telephone rang and… “Do you by any chance know of your younger sibling who was put up for adoption…?”
I said I knew, and that I wanted to look for you… because of that, when I heard that my younger sibling had been sent to Sweden and that she was looking for us… I felt so glad and so thankful!
In Korea, the probability of finding someone sent for adoption is very low. Because our family had really been moving around a lot, our address was different but the telephone number was still the same as when you were sent away. If you by any chance tried to find us, as a preparation for that we couldn’t move far away or change the phone number. If the number was the same as when you were sent away, you would easily be able to reach us. Other people, when moving, always changed their phone number…

Even though it was late, it was really good meeting you and seeing how you’ve been and that you came to see us. I’m really sorry that you was put up for adoption but I’m very thankful that you didn’t think badly [of us] because of it.


– As told by my sister by e-mail, translated by me.

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