What had I thought about my family all my life?
I think it is something complex to answer, since I always had many doubts about them, about who they are, and why they abandoned me.
For as long as I can remember, everyone always told me to give up hope, that I was not like the other orphans, that they could dream that their parents would come back for them or that they would find some distant relative who wanted to take them away. I had no such chances, because I had no idea who I was or who my parents were, and even if they regretted abandoning me and wanted to adopt me again, they would surely have no idea where to look for me or how to find me since neither my name nor my age was clear.
I was just an unknown child, who was found in a bus station, abandoned like a dog.
But I never gav
