Dear friends, today is a very special day. Today my daughter officially has a father and I am no longer a single parent (as I still was officially). A few minutes ago we left the law courts where it was FINALLY declared that my husband is legally my daughter’s father…sorry OUR daughter’s father! A round of applause everyone!
I couldn’t share this with you before but we’ve been going through this process since the beginning of this year and, let me tell you, it’s been a long and rough ride. Basically, I had to adopt my own daughter together with my husband. This is the little girl I carried inside me for nine months, gave birth to and raised for the past 67 months. And yet, I (we) had to undergo endless interrogations, medical tests, house visits by social workers, hours upon hours of questionnaire filling, psychological assessments, visits to lawyers, recounting for the umpteenth time how my daughter’s biological father abandoned us when she was still a tadpole inside me and refused to have anything to do with us since…and for all this we had to pay through our noses. Yes, because that’s how it’s done on this rock. Today was the final chapter…or let’s say the end of the preface before the first chapter as the SAGUNA family finally starts.
We have just phoned the little one to tell her that she can now say her name with her dad’s surname (she still had my maiden surname up till now) and that now her dad is officially her father. She was confused and asked us to explain why she could finally use our surname. I tried to explain and told her because now her dad had adopted her. Her reply was “Ok, and what is adoption?”. How do you explain adoption to a 5 year old?! Anyway, all I can tell you is that we are many hundreds of Euros poorer, emotionally drained (me especially) and disillusioned with our law system but it’s all been worth it because we are finally