I gave up my child for adoption in 1969 — hoping to reconnect

In 1969, I made the hardest decision of my life. I placed my child for adoption in Iasi. There is not a single day that goes by when I don't think about them. I was 25 years old, alone, and had no means to provide the life my child deserved. The decision wasn't made lightly — it was made through tears and prayers. Through a church-run orphanage, my child was placed with a family in United States. I was given almost no information about them. My child would be approximately 57 years old now. I have spent years wondering what they look like, whether they're happy, whether they ever think about me. If you were adopted from Iasi around 1969, if the details match, please reach out. I don't want to disrupt your life. I just want to know you're okay. Sometimes I hear their voice in my dreams and wake up reaching for the phone.