Author: Anja Cvitanovi\u0107,\u00a0O\u0160 Jelkovec<\/p>\n
Today I’ll tell you a story about a girl who was searching for herself, who was finding hr identity. She looked where she is from and who is her family.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s start from the beginning, before the ‘Baby Girl’ was born. Her mother gor pregnant when she was only 15 years old. When a rugby team from New Zeland visited a small village in Wales she really liked one of the players. She was in a pub with her friends when she saw him. She spent an evening with him. He left the county the next day and she didn\u2019t even know his name. She thought that his friends called him Josh. After the summer holidays she went to the North of England to give birth. Nobody was there. She only had sorrow and nearly born child. She didn\u2019t even want to see her baby or hear it. Midwife took it straight away to another room. Nia didn\u2019t even want to give it a name, she didn\u2019t want any connection with her baby. Hospital staff called it ‘Baby Girl’. During the pregnancy Nia chose a couple to take care of her baby when it\u2019s born. She wanted her baby to play a musical instrument and to sing because she was a singer and she played the piano, she also wanted her baby to do sports because of her father and the most important thing is to visit New Zeland, her dad\u2019s county. This couple could do this. After few days the couple brought ‘Baby Girl’ to their beautiful home. Now she had a name. They called her Nina by her mother. After some time the couple decided to move to Germany because they wanted their baby to be near her whole family. She was really happy with her childhood and she had everything that any child can just imagine. When Nina\u2019s aunt was pregnant they were talking to the baby trough the tummy. Nina liked the game and asked her mother: ‘Were you talking to me when I was in your tummy? ‘Her mother was very surprised about the question and wasn\u2019t prepared for this question that early but she just answered: ‘You weren\u2019t in my tummy, you came out of my heart.’ Nina didn\u2019t understand it at that moment but when she got older she understood. She asked herself ‘How\u2019s that possible?’ ‘Who am I?’ but she didn\u2019t get an answer. It was hidden. Everything in her life changed. Nina didn\u2019t know who she was and where she came from. Nina wasn\u2019t with her mother this whole time. Someone else was with her. She was disappointed. Nina\u2019s parents sent Nia letters, photos about Nina\u2019s life and what she looked like but Nia never went to a post office to get a letter. Maybe it was too hard for her. Nina\u2019s parents got a report about Nina\u2019s whole biological family and they knew everything about it. Everyday Nina looked more and more like Nia. When Nina was in puberty she was asking everything about her biological family and she wanted to find herself. Then her parents decided to visit New Zeland. Nina was looking everywhere for her family but she didn\u2019t find what she was looking for. She was disappointed. Nina didn\u2019t know who she was, she didn\u2019t know her identity. Where is her family from? Who is her mother? What does she look like? Who is her father? Everyday Nina was more and more disappointed about her life. Everything changed. She wanted to know who she is, but she couldn\u2019t. She didn\u2019t have a choice. She had to wait. Nina felt alone in this world, like she didn\u2019t have anyone to take care of her. She was lost because she didn\u2019t have a single information about her life. Nina didn\u2019t know her identity and you can\u2019t live without it because it\u2019s part of you. She was looking around but she needed to look inside. She became tired of everything. And then the chance to find her identity appeared. Her parents told her that they\u2019re going on a family trip to the island near Wales because they need to take a break. When they went there Nina was really happy because she was convinced that she would find her mother. They went on a trip around Wales to show Nina her country. Her birth mother was from Wales which means that Nina was from Wales. After few days there Nina\u2019s parents told her that by the British law she can try to find her mother when she\u2019s 18 years old. She was 17 and she was really happy because soon she would find who she really is. Nina was waiting the whole year to meet her mother and then that day came. She went to Wales with her parents to see Nia. They went to the theatre where Nia worked. When Nina saw Nia, she was standing in front of a 33 years old woman. She wasn\u2019t a child anymore. Nina was standing in front of her and wanted to cry, wanted to tell ‘mummy’ but nothing came out of her mouth. She didn\u2019t feel anything. It was an ordinary person for her. Nina knew that Nia was a part of her, her birth mother, her identity but she didn\u2019t want to accept it. When Nina realised that she went straight to her parents and hugged them because they gave her everything in her life and her identity and that she knows who she really is. Nina didn\u2019t realise that her identity was in front of her eyes this whole time.<\/p>\n
You shouldn\u2019t look for you identity or try to change it. It will find you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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