Madhu's Story - The Same But Different

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Part 3: The Same, But Different

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I am still the same kid I was when I was younger. I still don't know how old I am, or when I was born. I still don't have any baby photos, as the youngest photo of me was taken at the police station after I was abandoned. Sometimes I think about what might have happened to my birth parents and brother and sister in India, because I don't know where they are or if they are okay. I know I probably won't get any more answers, but that is okay because I feel happy about myself and I understand more about what has happened to me.

After I was adopted my life became better and has changed a lot. I'm glad it happened because if I stayed in the orphanage my little brother and I would have been split up and I would have been sent somewhere else. Although it was hard getting used to having a new family because everyone was strangers at first, I'm glad about being adopted because I get love and attention instead of feeling miserable and thinking nobody loved me.

TOGETHER

Madhu and Sadan (2000)

L-R: Madhu, Sadan

MY FAMILY

Front row from left - Sadan, Julia (Jurol, aka Mum), Sabila on her lap, Barry (aka Dad) with Akil on his lap, Joel.
Back row from left - Madhu, Alli, Briony, Haden.

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