Two nights ago, I sat down with one of my friends, a teenage girl in Thailand at our orphanage, Heun Nam Jai and simply heard her story.
Her name is Momay and she is now 16 year’s old. Her father was out of the picture soon after she was born and her mother was left to give her a life she felt she couldn’t. Momay remembers one day waking up and her mother had bought her new clothes and new toys and was celebrating her. It wasn’t her birthday and Momay wasn’t sure why all of this was happening but she didn’t need to know, she was so thrilled with all of these new things! She thought it must have been a holiday.
Little did Momay realize that it would be the last day she saw her mother for 6 years. Her mother had arranged that day to send Momay to Heun Nam Jai orphanage, a children’s home of sorts that she felt would be a better situation for her. A place where she would receive an education, Christian discipleship and a family.
As Momay shared her story, she was very emotional. I teared up as she spoke and felt gladness in my heart because of the emotion she was expressing. I knew they were healthy tears that were helping her process her identity, her story and her past.
I share this story because it really impacted me. All of our orphans have unique stories and although I see how God has set them in such incredible places, my heart hurts for the things they went through to get there. It’s amazing how decisions are made for children that they then have to deal with, sort through and reconcile with for the rest of their lives. This happens all over the world in various situations.
Many of our orphans in Thailand have parents that they keep in touch with and see every once and a while. These parents, for a variety of reasons were not able or willing to take care of their children. As an adopted former orphan, I know nothing of my biological past. I often wonder what it’s like for these children who have their parents in their world but deal with the reality of their rejection each time they go home for a visit.
So I told Momay the short version of my story and that God’s hand is on her life. She said we are sisters. I agree. Sisters who get each other in such a unique way.