Hello, my name is Kang Su-Jung.
Everyone knows me as Leanna. Most everyone I'm acquainted with knows I was adopted. What a lot of people probably don't know is the story behind my adoption.
On the day I was born, my birth mother, gave up her legal rights as a mother. Only hours old, I was parent-less with a government-provided social worker as my only guardian. My mother was 17 at the time. She'll be 36 this year. I've never met her before. At least, besides those few hours when she was still my mother. I have no memory of her face, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hands. I don't even have my name to remember her by. I was named by my social worker.
I don't know much about my birth parents other than what my biological mother provided the social worker. Although some say I'm lucky to have any information about them at all, I don't know if I feel lucky. At least not in this instance. Knowing is sometimes more painful than not knowing. It's hard knowing that my biological parents are out there somewhere living lives I'm not a part of. It's hard knowing that they might never even think of me.
Everyone knows me as Leanna. Most everyone I'm acquainted with knows I was adopted. What a lot of people probably don't know is the story behind my adoption.
On the day I was born, my birth mother, gave up her legal rights as a mother. Only hours old, I was parent-less with a government-provided social worker as my only guardian. My mother was 17 at the time. She'll be 36 this year. I've never met her before. At least, besides those few hours when she was still my mother. I have no memory of her face, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hands. I don't even have my name to remember her by. I was named by my social worker.
I don't know much about my birth parents other than what my biological mother provided the social worker. Although some say I'm lucky to have any information about them at all, I don't know if I feel lucky. At least not in this instance. Knowing is sometimes more painful than not knowing. It's hard knowing that my biological parents are out there somewhere living lives I'm not a part of. It's hard knowing that they might never even think of me.
