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Madhu's Story - From India to Australia

Part 1: From India to Oz

(L-R) Madhu and Sadan at the orphanage

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Hi, I'm Madhu and this is my story. I don't have a written history because I wasn't born in a hospital. I was born in a little village by a river, on a blanket in the hut that my family had built. I didn't have a birth certificate or baby photos, and nobody knows how big I was.

When my father left me and my baby brother at a railway station I was about 8 years old, so I remember everything I went through. I felt very sad when I was thinking about why they abandoned me and I used to cry a lot. I used to cry every time I would think about it and it was very hard for me to look after my baby brother.

So when I was taken to an orphanage I didn't have anyone to help me know about myself and my family, and what had happened to us. I had a lot of memories, which I kept thinking about to remember them and to try to work out what had happened to us. I worried about would be my future.

When I was in the orphanage I used to cry but nobody would come and talk to me, so I had to work out all these things by myself. I decided to try to forget about my past and my memories. It worked for a while because I had friends to play with and I would forget about things, but then something would remind me and I would feel sad again.

When I was adopted by my Aussie family I was scared going with them because I thought they would leave me and do the same things that my old parents did, or do something horrible to me. The people in the orphanage didn't really explain who these people were, they just said this was my new family.

My life had to change again when I moved to Australia. I had to learn how to speak English and go to school. When I didn't understand English I used to think people were saying horrible things about me - about what a bad kid I was. I was scared because everyone was a different colour than me and I hadn't seen really white people before. I'd never used a toilet before, or a bath or shower, and I'd never had enough to eat. Now I could get water easily by turning on a tap, and I could fill myself up when I was hungry.

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