When will it be my turn?

 Hello Friends.

It's been many moons since I last wrote.  I write with good news and bad news.

Where do I start?

July 26th 1988

I was born to a young lady by the name of Guillermina.  Shortly after I was adopted by a sweet scandinavian couple from Minnesota.  Ron and Joyce.  They already had 4 children but decided that they wanted to add another one to the mix.  A jalapeno to the lutefisk meal.  Or as I liked to call myself, the Chilepepper.  I'm sure they weren't quite ready to admit that they needed some color to add to their blonde hair and blue eyed family, but they got it!  

I remember growing up and constantly being called dramatic, drama queen, wierd, strange, and one of the ones I hated... clingy.  Well.. being adopted and feeling like your own birth mom rejected you, I'm sure you guys can all imagine why that word filled me with sadness and anger.  I remember sitting in the driveway at a very young age wondering... when will anyone be thankful for me?  WHEN WILL I GET MY TURN to feel accepted and completely loved?

These feelings have already been talked about in my previous posts so if you missed it... let me sum it up.

I hated myself growing up.  I was different. I didn't belong in my scandinavian family.  Thus I developed depression and often thought how peaceful death would be.  THANKFULLY I never gave in to those feelings.  My adopted parents were amazing and made sure I was taken care of physically and ensured I was educated and real durn smart.  I got myself an edumication!  (spelling mistake was on purpose ahaha!)  

I did get through those feelings and I'm so much happier now. YYAYAYAYYA!  

but... the thought still comes across my mind a lot.  WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?   This time the question is about being able to meet my birth mom in person and hug her. 

Here comes the good news.  February 2025 I have the opportunity to go meet her.  I GET TO MEET MY MOM.  Connecting Roots is coordinating a trip with a few adoptees and family members to fly to Chile to meet our parents.  However... the bad news.  It will cost us a lot of money to make the trip.  Connecting Roots is a Nonprofit and only operates because of people like you who enjoy bringing/gifting happiness to others.  

Several other adoptees have been able to raise all the funds they needed for their trips to Chile and now its my turn..... but, do I deserve to go?  

I hate asking for money. I feel so quilty.  There are so many other deserving people in the world who need money and maybe they need it more than me. Maybe they deserve my own money, more than me.  I mean.. I was used to money in the first place... so why is it ok for me to ask for money for me?  I was sold... when do I get my money back??  

WHEN IS IT MY TURN?

1988... i was sold as part of a giant child trafficking ring in Chile.  I want to meet my mom. I want to be able to see her.  IS IT MY TURN?  

I hope so.  Please donate do Connecting Roots in my name and because I think Santa says its ok to ask for it to be my turn.  I hope to raise at least $10,000 for our trip to Chile.  Please help me get my wish.  The only wish I have ever wanted in my entire life.  To meet my mom.

Here is the link - I will be starting a GoFundMe page so that hopefully... I can finally say... It's my turn.  Thank you in advance for sharing my story and I promise... you wont regret it.

https://www.connecting-roots.com/donation/