It's Tuamoheloa Time: My Journey... My life...

So anyone that's known me ever since I was little I've always been teased that I "looked" Asian, I mean I do look Asian. lol I've always brushed it off that the school boys were jerks, which they were. 😠 I just always thought I looked like my brother Nephi, and I got over it. One day while I was in Jr High, the teasing got a little more rude than usual, I had came home from school upset. I was talking with my sisters and mom, talking about how the boys at school were being annoying.

I then asked my mom "I'm not adopted am I?" the look on her face wasn't what I thought. I just started crying, I can't remember the exact year or date, but all I knew I was in Jr. High, maybe 15 or 16? After that my mom had called over my other siblings that were not living with us at that time to come over. We all just talked about what I had just found out. There were so many emotions going through my head, anger, sadness, I was confused. I was in complete shock because I never thought I would be adopted. It took a while for me to put my head around adoption, I didn't really understand it. But as the years went by it got easier and I understood a lot more.

From then on I've always had the urge to know where I came from, who my birth parents were, did I have any other siblings? Why did my birth mom give me up? So many questions were on my mind. Few years later my mom showed me my adoption papers and my hospital papers when I was born. It was crazy. As I became older I understood how much my parents that raised me and adopted me were amazing people, such huge hearts to bring another child into their lives after having 7 kids of their own. I wouldn't be the person I am today without having them in my lives and I am so blessed and thankful for them!! No matter what they'd always be my parents and my siblings.

You would only understand the need to fill that void of not knowing where you came from, if you had been through what I had been through. I mean I have an amazing family that has always been there from the get. Parents that never left my side, if I needed something they always came through. So I always thought "I have all I've ever wanted, why do I still have the desire to know of my birth family?" I don't know why, but I always had that urge no matter how much I tried to forget about it.

I would always look through my adoption papers and my hospital papers when I was born. I knew my birth moms name and the guy that signed my adoption papers as the father. So I had names to go with the ideas I had in my head. crazy huh? That time there was FB... I've always searched for their names in the search bar and had always came up empty with no results, I mean there were probably 10 or less people with the same names as them and all I knew where names and the city they lived when they were that young.

Then around March 2010, I was fiddling through FB looking for my "birth" fathers name. I noticed one search result and he was from Pearl City, Hawaii. I can still remember the butterflies in my stomach when I saw his name. Could this really be him? I'm crazy? This can't be? I thought to myself, how crazy would I sound if I wrote this guy a message and he was or wasn't the guy I was looking for? How embarrassed would I feel too? I contemplated for a few hours if I should write him a message. I eventually wrote him a message and I wont bore you with the details of the messages. But long story short, he was the guy on my adoption papers and he signed them, He had told me how he had met my birth mom and their short relationship they had. He eventually told me that he had his doubts that I was his because he had only been with my birth mom only once (which he knew it could only take one time). He was a police officer in Washington state, and has been for a while even back in Hawaii. He was a nice guy and talked to me often on how I was doing. He also found 2 pics that he still had of my birth mom and he mailed them to me, sucks I misplaced them and I hope that I find them again in my old boxes.

A month or so after I had found him, we decided to do a paternity test just to make sure. Tests came back and they were negative. I found myself let down and upset, that I thought I had found my birth father. So time went by after I had found out the results, we just stopped contacting each other, only cause I didn't want it to be awkward. Although he did write me on mothers day. I was way disappointed and wanted to give up finding my birth parents. I hadn't talked to him, 2010 was my last message to him until 01/23/2015, when I low and behold found my possible birth mom. AAHHHHHH!!!!

I was on FB and searched my birth mothers name and I found 1 search results, I then went to her page and her pictures seemed kind of similar to the old pics I had of her. Doing some research on her page led me to her daughters IG page. I then had a similar idea to message her daughter to see if she had known anything about if her mom gave up a daughter for adoption back in '88. I did and it was a great day! My twins also turned 1 years old that day and I had finally found my birth mother. What a relief I had. I had found out that I had 4 other siblings. We had message each other back and forth, exchanging pics she had of me when I was little to pics of all of the family I haven't met. It has been great finally finding them, I still keep in contact with them. If I ever find myself back in Hawaii, there will definitely be a reunion.

All I got to say is thank goodness for social media, because I wouldn't of found them otherwise.💗😉

So my life is different? who cares... I love my amazing life!! 💗💗