Adoptee from Ethiopia (2002) searching for birth family

I was adopted from Dire Dawa in 2002 and brought to Denver. My adoptive parents gave me everything I could have asked for, but there's a piece of my story that's missing. From what I've been able to learn, I was in the care of a local orphanage in Dire Dawa before being adopted. Growing up, I always felt something was missing. Not love — my adoptive family gave me plenty of that. But identity. Where do my eyes come from? My laugh? My stubborn streak? These are questions only my birth family can answer. Recently I started searching in earnest. Social media, DNA databases, adoption reunion registries — I'm casting as wide a net as possible. If you are my birth father, or if you know someone from Dire Dawa who placed a child for adoption around 2002, please know: I am doing well. I am at peace. I would love nothing more than to know you, but I respect whatever boundaries you need. Sometimes I hear their voice in my dreams and wake up reaching for the phone.