Months went by at the orphanage but I learned that it really wasn’t an orphanage – it was a boy’s home. In Guatemala, there are children’s homes where the children aren’t eligible for adoption and there are orphanages where some or all of the children are eligible (or are in the process). When I was rescued from the streets, I was placed in an all boys children home.
I began to meet with a social worker which was followed by court appointments. I didn’t know what any of it meant. They asked me a lot of questions. Some things I made up and some stories were true. Some stories were blended together with stories from other boys. Because of my age and confusion over the whole system I soon came to a point where I didn’t know what was truth and what was a lie. All the boys had stories. Which ones were true was up to anyone’s guess.
My meetings with the court were boring. I often missed entire days of school while going out to these meetings. No one told me what was going on. Finally, the older boys told me – I was going through the process of abandonment so that I could be adopted.
Abandonment? What did that mean? I had a mother, a brother, and 2 sisters. That much I knew and I wasn’t making it up. If only I could talk to them. This couldn’t be right. Why would they abandon me forever? I could understand a few months while we worked something out. I could understand a couple of years until I could earn money.
What did all of this mean?