{"id":5754,"date":"2016-03-14T08:37:31","date_gmt":"2016-03-14T08:37:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.againstchildtrafficking.org\/?p=5754"},"modified":"2016-03-14T08:37:31","modified_gmt":"2016-03-14T08:37:31","slug":"meeting-my-mother-after-42-years-was-a-miracle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/meeting-my-mother-after-42-years-was-a-miracle\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8218;Meeting my mother after 42 years was a miracle&#8216;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<div>Source:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.bbc.com\/news\/world-asia-india-35761408\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/www.bbc.com<\/a><br \/>\nBy Geeta Pandey<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>BBC News, Delhi<br \/>\n14 March 2016<\/p>\n<p>Elisabet Purve-Jorendal was born in India and given away for adoption in 1973 when she was less than six months old.<br \/>\nA Swedish couple adopted her when she was two-and-a-half years old and gave her a new life.<br \/>\nForty-two years later, she tracked down her biological mother and had an emotional reunion with the woman she had wondered about all her life.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking over the phone from her home in Helsingborg on the Sweden-Denmark border, she told the BBC that meeting her mother was &#8222;nothing less than a miracle&#8220;.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&#8222;My mother was 21 years old. She had been married to my father, a farmer, for three years when one day he came home after a fight with someone. He was very angry. He killed himself. He had consumed pesticides,&#8220; Ms Purve-Jorendal said.<\/p>\n<p>Her mother went to stay with her parents who wanted her to remarry and restart her life.<br \/>\n&#8222;But she was pregnant, and she didn&#8217;t even know,&#8220; says Ms Purve-Jorendal.<\/p>\n<p>When the family discovered her pregnancy, they took her to a charity in Pune where she delivered a baby girl in September 1973. &#8222;I&#8217;m told that for a few months, she stayed at the centre, nursed me and looked after me.&#8220;<br \/>\nWhen Ms Purve-Jorendal turned two-and-a-half, she was adopted by a couple in Sweden who provided her a new home and a new life.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;But I always wondered about my mother in India. Who was she? How was she? Why did she leave me? I knew I needed to find her since I was a part of her. I wanted to get answers to all my questions.&#8220;<br \/>\nHer adoptive parents were supportive of her quest, but others couldn&#8217;t fathom why she would want to rake up the past. &#8222;You have a good life here. Leave her alone,&#8220; they advised her.<\/p>\n<p>Ms Purve-Jorendal began actively looking for her mother in 1998 and nearly two decades later, her search ended in a small village in Maharashtra.<\/p>\n<p>Ms Purve-Jorendal&#8217;s search ended in a small village in Maharashtra<br \/>\nAt the outset, she didn&#8217;t have much to go by &#8211; just the names of her mother and her grandfather that were in the adoption papers.<br \/>\n&#8222;I realised how hard it was to get anywhere with that. How do you find someone in a country of 1.2 billion people? It&#8217;s like looking for a needle in a haystack. You must have the right connections, know how to press the right buttons.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>In 2014, she contacted Against Child Trafficking (ACT), a voluntary organisation based in Belgium.<\/p>\n<p>On 8 August last year, she received an email from ACT which said they had succeeded in tracing her mother and attached were some photos.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;I can&#8217;t describe my feelings. Here was a person I had longed for my whole life and then I see her photograph. It was beyond imagination. It was a miracle.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Elisabet Purve-Jorendal celebrated her 42nd birthday at the Pune home where she was born<br \/>\nA few days before her birthday in September, she flew halfway across the world to meet the woman who had given birth to her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;And suddenly I was there. Outside her house, outside her door. A social worker had been in touch with her so she was expecting me. She was sitting down and stood up when she saw me. I had a blackout, I did not react. She was also shocked.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Ms Purve-Jorendal&#8217;s mother has two children &#8211; a son and a daughter &#8211; from her second husband who died a few years ago. Today, she lives with her son, his wife and their children.<\/p>\n<p>She has kept her first-born a secret so, with the daughter-in-law and grandchildren watching, &#8222;she swallowed her tears. And I had to do the same. I was told I couldn&#8217;t cry&#8220;.<\/p>\n<p>A visitor to the Pune home carries Ms Purve-Jorendal in his arms<br \/>\nMs Purve-Jorendal was introduced to her brother as a cousin and the family still does not know the truth.<br \/>\nTo be able to have a conversation with her mother, she invited her to her hotel.<br \/>\n&#8222;In the taxi, we found each other&#8217;s hands. And for the two-hour-long ride, we kept holding hands.<br \/>\n&#8222;She said she didn&#8217;t want to leave me. She wanted to take me with her, but she didn&#8217;t have a choice. She didn&#8217;t know I was in Sweden. She had no idea where I was. She said she&#8217;d thought she would never see me again.&#8220;<br \/>\nMs Purve-Jorendal says she was &#8222;taken aback&#8220; by the &#8222;striking resemblance&#8220; she has with her mother.<br \/>\n&#8222;My Indian family has a term for it, they say I&#8217;m like her &#8218;carbon copy&#8216;. We don&#8217;t just look like each other, we also have the same mannerisms, we use the same hand gestures, how we sit.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Ms Purve-Jorendal spent the first two-and-a-half years of her life at the orphanage in Pune<br \/>\nGrowing up in a family where &#8222;everyone else was alike whereas I was different wasn&#8217;t easy&#8220;, Ms Purve-Jorendal says, adding that &#8222;it was like being on a different planet&#8220;.<br \/>\nNow, she says, she no longer wants to live away from her mother.<br \/>\n&#8222;She&#8217;s been carrying this huge burden for most of her life, of not being able to tell anyone. I want to be there for her, she&#8217;s my mom, I want to be close to her so I&#8217;m going to try and live at least part of the year in India.<br \/>\n&#8222;She&#8217;s my blood, my real roots.<\/p>\n<p>Ms Purve-Jorendal spent two days in the village and when the time came to leave, it was a moment she says she would never forget.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;At our final meeting, I didn&#8217;t want to leave her. I started crying. She was sitting next to me and as tears rolled down my cheeks, she wiped them with the corner of her sari and said, &#8218;Don&#8217;t cry my child.&#8216;<br \/>\n&#8222;At that moment, I knew she loved me.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Source:\u00a0http:\/\/www.bbc.com By Geeta Pandey BBC News, Delhi 14 March 2016 Elisabet Purve-Jorendal was born in India and given away for adoption in 1973 when she was less than six months old. A Swedish couple adopted her when she was two-and-a-half years old and gave her a new life. Forty-two years later, she tracked down her&#8230;  <a class=\"excerpt-read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/meeting-my-mother-after-42-years-was-a-miracle\/\" title=\"Read &#8218;Meeting my mother after 42 years was a miracle&#8216;\">Weiter &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5754"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5754"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5756,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5754\/revisions\/5756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/old.againstchildtrafficking.org\/archive\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}