Chosen With Love: My Adoption Story

Wordspire Student: Meera Prabhodhan | Age 10 | Mumbai

Some children enter a family through birth, but I entered mine through a remarkable journey called adoption. My name is Meera, and I am nine years old. My story began in a quiet adoption centre with pearl-white walls and mint-green curtains that fluttered like shy butterflies. Soft lullabies floated through the corridors, and the wooden floor seemed to creak gently, as if whispering secrets. The word adoption once sounded mysterious to me. Soon, the adoption centre’s officers’, explained that adoption is a permanent promise where a loving family welcomes a child forever – that child could be me!

Meanwhile, my birth mother faced challenging circumstances. Therefore, she made a brave decision and trusted another family to care for me. Her choice showed great courage. In my imagination, her heart stands like a steady lighthouse guiding a cramped boat through fog. Soon afterwards, a kind couple visited the centre. Being an innocent nine-year-old, I noticed my adoption Mum’s eyes sparkled like morning dew, while Dad’s warm voice filled the officer’s room with comfort. When Mum sat beside me, and held my gentle hands into her palms, her smile stretched wide, and a new chapter unfolded in my life.

However, the journey toward my new home required patience. First, papers moved across desks. Next, interviews continued for several weeks. As a result, waiting stretched like a long monsoon. At first, my house—painted sunflower yellow and ivory—felt unfamiliar. Mum gently tapped my head and sung a lullaby for me, during those quiet nights, and gradually comfort was unfolding in my new home.

Later, one evening brought a frightening moment when a fever warmed my forehead. Mum’s worried eyebrows knitted together, and Dad hurried through the silver-lit streets to the chemist. Fortunately, the pharmacists prescribed some medicine which brought my temperature back to normal. Soon my laughter returned like tiny bells dancing around my parents.

Today I flutter across our living room like a butterfly in the cradle of my mum and dad’s home. Adoption shaped my life with devotion, as the proverb says, “Love builds the strongest homes.”