Continuing our blog from last week, HIV Adoption: One Parent's Experience, we have the honour of reading the journey of HIV adoption from the adoptee’s perspective.
Hi, I’m Mickael, I’m 10 and I come from India. When I was there, my parents died of AIDS. My brother and I were sent to an orphanage. I was six years old, I was sad and scared. I knew that children who stay at the orphanage end up in the streets and they steal things. When I arrived at the orphanage, I was sick, they told me I had the same disease as my parents, I was concern my brother and I would die too. They gave me meds but they didn’t tell me I was going to be fine. When I was 8, I was told a couple would come from Canada to adopt us. They had sent a letter and a picture. I read the letter over and over again. I was really excited, I had no idea what Canada looked like but I wanted parents. I was not scared, I was happy. Our new parents love us, they take good care of me and my brother. I also made new friends and new siblings. Now, I go to school and I learn many things. I want to become a robotic genius or a police officer. I also ski and play hockey just like my brothers.
In India, they told me about my disease but I didn’t know much about it. My parents explained to me that with my meds I will be just fine and I will live a long long time. My parents are healthy and they are young, my mom jokes that we will end up being in the same nursing home and be old together! It’s funny! I take my meds everyday, I also tell my little brother to take it, I don’t want him to be sick like my parents in India. My meds keep my little soldiers strong so it’s in my blood but I’m not really sick. I don’t mind having HIV. I don’t tell my friends, some people could get scared and not want to play with me anymore. When I’m older, maybe I will tell my friends.
I am happy here in Canada. I have a good family! I write this because I hope more children like me have a family. Thank you for reading my story.