I am adopted from Ukraine. This is a sad story and makes me emotional but I will explain it. so when my birth mother was pregnant with me, she drank very heavily, she did a bunch of drugs and crap...but then after she gave birth to me in the hospital, she had to go to another hospital to be treated for tuberculosis and never returned for me, not even birth relatives showed or bothered to visit me. So I got sent to an orphanage where they took crappy care of me, it's so hard to think about that everyday. so at 2 in half years old I get adopted and go to America. I'm 18 years old today and I think about my birth parents and wonder where they are and if I ever get to meet them, when I think about them, I cry because I'm curious and wonder about them. I am mad that the fact my birth mother chose to drink while pregnant with me but I have to move on from that and forgive her because maybe it isn't her fault.