Today after many months of waiting for my unabridged birth certificate I finally received the sms to tell me it was ready.
The walk that takes 15 minutes felt like 15 hours, because somehow I knew.
I had taken a chance applying for it and putting my natural parents details on it. I had never been registered by my adoptive family, so it was worth at least trying. I didn’t really think it would work – and it didn’t.
I hadn’t lied, I had been honest all the way through this process. I had explained my adoption, showed them all the paperwork and told them that I had found my family and wanted to have my biological parents on the birth certificate.
It was not to be.
The brain is a funny machine. Knowing what would probably happen, I should have been prepared, but I wasn’t, I was gutted. Seeing the adoptive parents listed as my natural mother and father just about did my head in.
On the way there a crazy guy covered in blood accosted me begging for money. I was NOT in the mood and growled at him to back off.
He shouted furiously: ‘ You haven’t even looked at me, how would you like it if nobody looked at you!’
If one believes in Universal signs, that would be a clear indication that I was not going to be heard and my request would be denied.
Of course now the confusion has deepened further because the paperwork says my ‘natural’ mother was born in Holland…
So I’m Dutch now?