My Adoption Story

My sister and I were born in the Philippines. She is two years older than me, and for a time, we lived without our parents. We were children trying to look after ourselves when we were far too young to know how.

I was five, almost six, when we entered Rehoboth. At first, I didn’t trust anyone. But little by little, the people there showed me what it felt like to be cared for. I had a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, a chance to learn, and children to laugh and play with. Those children became like siblings to me. I got along with almost everyone, and as a "tomboy", I especially loved playing sports with the boys.

About two years later, when I was seven going on eight, my sister and I were adopted. Our new family brought another kind of learning: what it meant to be daughters, to grow together as a family, and to be loved through the ups and downs. Life hasn’t always been easy, but my parents have shown me that their love does not disappear when things get difficult.

When I look back, I see how much love helped shape the woman I am today. Rehoboth taught me that I could trust and belong. My family has helped me grow more independent while knowing I am loved. I carry both parts of my story with me, and someday, I hope to pass that same love and care on to a family of my own.

Love,

Christine Prigge