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Always a Silver Lining to Every Story

I received good news and bad news today from the lawyer about my Romanian Citizenship. It is possible for me to get my Romanian Citizenship back, but it will not be in the next two months. This means I will not be able to stay in Ireland and work come January, and I will have to return to Canada for a few months so I can “get my ducks in a row”. I will return to Canada in January to live with my Mom in Saskatchewan so I can work and save money. Then I will come back and do more to help my mom in Romania. She does not have very much help here in Romania.

The new plan is to return to Canada and work until my Romanian citizenship goes through. It is my only option at this point. I guess regaining my Romanian status is harder than I thought it would be. The process is very slow in this country. This gives me an opportunity to go back to Saskatchewan to spend time with my family in Canada. I can work to pay off my bank loan and save money for a better future for my mother here in Romania. It does put me to tears thinking about leaving her in the state she is currently in, but so far the generous donations have made it possible for her to make it through the winter.

My goal is to move her into a house in Şagu, which is in the next town over from Hunedoara-Timişana. There, she will have shops, transport to and from Arad, and a fully functional house. I will probably stay with her for a while to continue to help. I have already seen an improvement in her life since I have been here. Thank you to those who continue to show support and have donated to my campaign to give her a better life. A new house is around €50,000.00 – €70,000.00 brand new, this is $72,000.00 Canadian Dollars to $100,000.00 Canadian Dollars. It is easier said than done but with enough hard work and with enough generous people in the world we can make this happen for her.

I choose to give back to my mom in Romania after I heard the story of how my father tried to kill me and caused an enormous amount of harm to my mother. My evil biological father tried to kill me while I was in her stomach by beating her, throwing her to the ground, kicking and punching my mother. He did this to many of us children, but with my mother’s strength and perseverance we all survived. I want to give her my support because she does not have the financial resources here in Romania like we do in Canada and other places in the world. Things like money from the government. It is very much “fend for yourself” in this country. It is so nice to see so many people coming forward to say how inspired they are by mom’s story.

As I say, I was taken so I could get a good education and come back and change her life. With the help of all you readers I am able to do so. Thank you once again on behalf of my family for your generosity towards our mother. She deserves this after the struggles she has faced. I have never heard a story like this and it is my own mother’s. I do not mean to be biased about my mother’s story. There are so many people in this world who struggle every day. I just am speaking from what I know and see.

I have watched my mom throw pig poop over a fence at least two meters high, only standing at 5 Feet herself. I have witnessed her strength in chopping wood to make a fire to keep her house warm. Every morning she takes her goats to the field to eat and then proceeds to feed the pigs, regardless of being sick or not. She is a strong woman who inspires me to work hard and not to take things for granted, like a hot shower, a working toilet, laundry machine, central heating and food on my table. I hope to return to Canada with the inspiration from her and work hard to return to her later in the year. I would like to see her have an easier future as you would your own mother. She has many health problems caused from the hard life she has faced, not eating, worrying, sleeping on the streets in the cold winter and the beatings she faced from our father.

Again I appreciate the kindness people have shown towards my mother. Most of you are mothers yourself and you cannot imagine having to go through what my mother did with six out of 11 children to keep sheltered and fed. It was not easy for her and she continues to struggle. She is not exactly in the same spot as she was fifteen years ago, but it is still not an ideal lifestyle. As I said in previous posts, it only takes $2.00 or €1.00 to help make a difference. You can post anonymously, and without the use of a credit card. Today I was able to buy her a fridge full of groceries and enough wood to last her the winter because of the kind donations that have been given. You are amazing people who keep on giving. I am so happy to share this story with you and I will continue to do so.

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Once we returned from Arad, and our meeting with the lawyer, I watched my mother make cabbage rolls. Here are a few photos from today!

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Traditions of Romania!

The food in Romania in fantastic! My mom makes such wonderful food with very little additives. Everything is made up of all natural products like straight potatoes and carrots with no salt needed. She uses vegetable oil and some vegetable flavouring and it makes it superb. I love when she makes me potatoes with carrots. She makes them perfect! I have the Romanian taste pallet so the food is perfect!

I find it funny that as a child I would prefer having cans of ravioli pasta or puritan stew over a bowl of cereal. Here in Romania I have potatoes and carrots or stew for breakfast!

It makes me laugh when my mom gives me my plate of food. She goes out of her way to make it look pretty because she knows I have been sharing photos. She will give the plate to me and say, “now you can take a picture”. She is so happy to share her food creations.

Here are some photos of her tasty creations!

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The music in Romania is a mix of Spanish and Middle Eastern flavour. It explains my odd phase of interest in the Middle East. The music just spoke to me! I have that natural free spirit that loves to just dance like no one is watching. I love to spin around, roll my shoulders, flick my wrist and swirl my arms like a free gipsy girl! I am true Romanian. Here is a great example of a few Romanian songs. See if you get the same vibe!

This is an example of todays age music.

This is an example of traditional Romanian music.

Enjoy!

Short Story of Teodora Buzatu

I say short because Teodora was not with my mother for more than a few minutes of her life. Teodora is one of my sisters.

She was born on October 23, 1986 in Caraş-Severin, Moldova-Nouă, Romania. She was born premature and very small when she was born. The doctors did not give her back to our mother. She could of survived and was adopted out, or she could of passed away because she was very premature. She was not at the same hospital as me like I previously thought, and she was taken before I was born. My sister Petronela was at the hospital at the same time as me because of her mental illness. The doctors told my mother they could not give Petronela back to her because they needed to institutionalize Petronela. My mother lost contact with her daughter Petronela because they moved her to another city and hospital without providing the information of her whereabouts. Petronela was reunited with my mom 11 years ago when my mom suddenly got a letter in the mail asking her to make an ID for Petronela.

As for me, my mom was told I was dead. She started to second guess what she was told about me the minute they found Petronela. I hope to find our sister Teodora one day. I feel she is alive just as strongly as I did with my mom Cocuta. It is 2014 and there has to be evidence out there saying that she died. We just want to know that she is healthy and well.

She would of turned 28 years old last month. She could of had her name changed like so many other adopted children. She is the last piece missing from our giant family and we would love to have her back in it. There is so much love to give and she would be welcomed with open arms just like I was and my brother Ion was.

Here’s to hoping we find our last missing sibling.

Mom and I

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My younger brother Florin and I!

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My sister’s and I

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25th Birthday

Today is the day my beautiful mother gave me life. Today is the day I shared every year with my beautiful mother and father in Canada. Today is the first Birthday I feel proud of sharing. I know the truth and the word abandonment no longer haunts me. I can now celebrate in peace.

Started off with a nice shower at my sister’s house. Applied a little blush for birthday photos. Then over to momma’s for my morning tuica and breakfast. For breakfast today I had mashed potatoes, carrots and some chicken bites. Potfa buna! Bon appetite! My mother’s cooking is fantastic! She showed me the cake she made and it looks beautiful!

The rest of the day consisted of talking about how we are going to get my citizenship back and roaming Facebook! Life is simple here. Not a lot happens in the small villages. Today is the presidential elections for Romania and if I had the choice I would of voted not for Ponta. Ponta was apart of Ceausescu’s regime and I have a feeling he would re-open adoption so he can do this same thing over again. The government made a lot of money off of selling the Romanian children after Ceausescu died… What makes it different this time?

In the evening we drank and partied. Had a lovely BBQ with Florin, mom, Petronela, and Florin’s friends.

It has been a wonderful Birthday and I thank everyone for making it so special for me and my mom.

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Another Wonderful Day!

I started off my day by drinking my morning Tuica to help build my immune system. Not going to lie, the alcohol is so strong it makes me woozy for the first little bit of the day, but then it wears off within 3hours. No, it does not create a drinking problem, it does help with my stomach. Being a bit drunk just so happens to be a side effect! It works like a charm!

Then we move onto eating a fantastic breakfast. Sometimes cabbage rolls or sometimes a potato, carrot and chicken stew. Today on the menu was potato, carrot and chicken stew and in the other bowl, some sour cabbage. Pofta buna! Meaning bon appetite

Then my mom and I skyped with my friend Gheorghe back in Regina, SK. I was so happy to see my good friend Gheorghe over Skype. He got to see my mom and speak to her which was very special for me. Gheorghe was from the same Hospital as me, and we were side by side in the cribs. We were lucky enough to be adopted to the same place in Canada, and we have remained in contact. I am so happy to share this moment with him.

After speaking with my good buddy, my mom and I sat down and she showed me my birth certificate. We discussed how we might be able to get my citizenship back, and how unfortunate it was for her to lose me. I was fortunate to have a great life in Canada, but she was still out there hurting without me. She asked the difficult questions as to how the Romanian Government allowed me to be adopted. We put my real birth certificate next to the one Romania gave my adoptive parents, and we noticed the major differences. For instance the real birth certificate has a serial number and the other one doesn’t. It scares me to know that I was illegally given away. My mom did not sign papers, nor did they have my original birth certificate to give me away. It bothers me that my poor parents in Canada have been tangled in this mess. I love them so much and I am thankful for everything they have given me. My mom in Romania said she will help prove that I am her daughter so I get my citizenship reinstated. This will allow me to stay in Europe.

Tomorrow is my 25th birthday. In the past, my birthday has been a very painful time for me. It was a painful reminder that “I had been abandoned by my birth parents”. I put this in quotations because it is no longer true, I was stolen from my mom by the Romanian Government. This year will be the best birthday because I got my only life wish. My wish was to meet my birth family. My mom has made me a chocolate cake with candles in the shape of the number 25! We are going to have a BBQ, with drinks and music! Florin’s friends are coming over and we are going to party like true Romanians! Hard!

I am so happy to be here in Romania regardless of the surroundings. To me it is home.

La multi ani to me! (Happy birthday in Romanian).

Photos of mom and I.

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Day to Day Life in Romania!

First few days in Romania with my mom have been like living a dream. No I do not mean a luxurious life, I mean it has been amazing being in her arms again. This is something that money cannot buy.

There have been little tears of sadness because we choose to leave those bad memories in the past. I am here now and that is what matters. So far the days consist of waking up in the morning and taking the goats to the field so they can roam and eat. Then i follow her as she feeds the pigs and we try to communicate in Romanian. If we don’t understand each other out come the cellphones and we write each other over Facebook messenger so I can translate it. Yes, we use Facebook for everything! After we do the morning chores it is time to eat and play on Facebook for the day. Just before sun down we go fetch the goats and feed the pigs again. Then it is back to Facebook!

I enjoy being with her because she is teaching me so many things. How to speak perfect Romanian, and how to live with little resources. It really makes me appreciate the things I was given back in Canada. I also really enjoy the amount of laughs we have exchanged! I keep her smiling and laughing because I know it is something she needs. Too many years of pain and sadness, that it is really good to hear her beautiful and cheery laugh.

I apologize for the limited amount of photos. I respect my mother’s request not to show the poor aspects of her life. I do not care what surrounds us, I am just happy to be in my mom’s arms. She has asked me not to show the things that do surround us because she is afraid of being judged. It is poor here so you can imagine. I love her and i do not want to disrespect her.

I chose to share this photo because it makes me smile and it shows how adorable my mother is. This photo is from today. We were out fetching the goats to bring them back into the shed. Her nose was in her phone looking at Facebook as we walked the goats back to the house. She would take two steps, then stop and stare at her phone. She loves her Facebook! I am pretty thankful for Facebook too!

Some photos of Hunedoara-Timisana

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Fun trip to Arad city! 15minutes away.

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Mom’s really tastey food!

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Soyka! Helps with any stomach problems. No lie it cured my flu and cold within a day!! I was shocked! Super strong alcohol!

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Mom’s homemade plum brandy. Strong and good!

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Momma I’m Comin’ Home!

My journey home to mom began on November 11 2014. I left Dublin Airport and flew to Budapest, Hungary where I was met by a driver from Romania. Along with three other Romanians we piled into an average sized BMW and headed off to Arad Romania. We were stopped at the Romanian border for about 15minutes because of my Canadian Passport. Luckily, with no issues they stamped my passport and we went on our merry way!

I arrived in Arad, Romania around 4:45am local time, where I was met by my younger brother Florin. I was greeted with a giant hug that took me off my feet! After our warm embrace I piled in his friend’s BMW and drove 15minutes to my mom’s small village.

It was about 5:00am when I walked through the doors of my momma’s house. Petronela asleep in the corner and my mom asleep on the couch. I woke her to say hello, and she said she felt like she was dreaming! We were both quite tired, so i ate some cabbage rolls and we went to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, my mom had gone out to get food for the pigs and water for the household. Petronela was awake so we got to finally hug! It was so nice to see her. She was never around when I skyped mom. She is so happy to have her baby sister, and continues to tell me in her soft spoken voice that she loves me, followed by a 30second hug!

I have been warmly accepted here in Romania. Today I met my mom’s neighbour and friend. He cried and wished me good luck, and good health (naroc and sinatatae). My mom and I finally got to shed some tears after a bit of rest. She is so happy that her baby has come home to her.

After we fed the pigs, and walked the goats we got on with our day by Skyping with my sister Nikole, and spoke to my sister Miha on facebook. Unfortunately due to the excitement I have come down with a touch of the flu. Not to worry I am in good hands! My mom gave me some plum brandy, some lemon and cabbage rolls to nurse me back to health!

Tomorrow I hope to go into Arad and get a phone card from Orange Company and tour the city.

Ciao!

Cabbage rolls and plum brandy!

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Bags Are Packed For Romania!

I have waited for this day for 25 years of my young life. I was taken from my mother the day I was born, on November 16 1989. She was told I was dead and they had placed my body in the incinerator to be cremated. I escaped the flames only to return one day and share her story and inspire millions around the world.

Thank you to everyone who made this journey possible. Both on earth and up above. I feel so honoured to share my story with everyone and continue to brighten people’s day. Many times I have had the opportunity to explain to strangers passing by my reason for being here in Ireland. I have brought many grown adults both men and women to tears with my inspirational story.

I feel so honoured to of been chosen to live this life. The strength I have is from both my mother in Romania and my parents in Canada who raised me right. God gives us purposes to live and I have definitely found mine. Thank you, and I cannot wait to share more!

Popochichio and I are ready to go!

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24th Anniversary!

Today marks the 24th anniversary of my arrival to Canada. I was joined by my best friend Gheorghe Davidson. I call it my born again day, because I got a fresh new start. I was also given the middle name Dawn for the dawning of a new beginning. First on the stop was Frankfurt Germany then to Toronto Ontario where I met my dads parents, his sister and my cousins. We were also met by my mom’s sister and her husband at the time. After Toronto it was time for home. I arrived six days before my first birthday at 13lbs, and very fragile.

Based off of the photos I have and the video my grandfather (god rest his soul) took, it was one of the happiest moments in my families’ lives. The tears and the happiness that flowed through Regina International Airport that day was overwhelming. I was home.

Tomorrow I begin my journey back to Romania to meet my birth mother. I am officially in her arms on Wednesday due to late flight times. My journey so far has been so overwhelming in a good way. My sisters’ are so amazing each in their own ways. I admire their strong bond and I am so lucky to be their baby sister.

I skyped with my birth mom and brother yesterday and my mom was already in tears due to excitement. I too get emotional thinking about being in those warm and embracing arms once again.

2014 is truly a memorable year for me. You can not buy this happiness anywhere. I am so blessed.

Countdown to Romania Is On!

Only 3 more sleeps until I leave for Romania. The emotions are overwhelming. Every now and then I break out in tears because of the excitement. I arrive in Arad, Romania very early in the morning and then off to Hunedoara-Timisana to see my mother. I arrive in the small village around 4:00AM local Romanian time. Due to excitement, I can guarantee we will both have limited sleep. We hope to record the happy reunion, but I must pre-warn readers that there will be loud and hysterical cries. I can only imagine the moment we meet. My stomach gets butterflies and I well up inside imagining the moment we meet. My legs are weak and I feel like I will fall to my knees in tears of happiness. My heart may stop because of the years of pain being release from my body.

For so many years I missed my birth mother. Many years I tried to hide the feelings from my adoptive family because I did not want to offend them. No one can understand the pain unless you are adopted like myself. Many years we suffer in silence. I am very fortunate to have a supportive mother, father and sister in Canada. They have provided me with a life of luxury, lots of love and support. For many years I took for granted what they gave me, but this life changing event has opened my eyes and made me very thankful for what I have been given.

I understand my purpose and calling in life. My birth mother fought so hard to keep her and her children alive. Many times she was in the hospital because our father beating her.

It was July 1989, in a small village outside of Iasi in the north eastern part of Romania. My mother was about 5 months pregnant with me at the time. It was approximately 12:00AM when my father charged into the room where my siblings and mother were sleeping and woke all of them up. He yelled in his angry drunken voice “GET OUT! And take your demon children with you!” He threw all of their clothes in the fire and booted them out the door. They were left with the T-shirts and pants they were wearing at the time and no shoes. Our father threw my mother around outside, kicked her and beat her, while pregnant with me… This would be the last time they saw our father. That night they slept in the corn field, and in the morning my mother took them to the bus stop. From there they boarded a bus to “anywhere” which ended up being Timisoara, Romania. My father’s sister claimed to of helped my mother after she fled the north east, but still treated her very poorly.

My mother went to Jamu Mare where she worked on a group farm. Then I was born later that year in the house with my siblings surrounding her. My mother worked very hard to keep her children safe and healthy. Many times they fended on the streets with little to no food. My mother struggled for many years and still continues to fight and work hard to survive.

I say to my sisters I understand my calling now. I was meant to be given an amazing life and education in Canada so I can return one day and tell her amazing story. Our mother suffered so we could be born. She is a Saint and her time is now.