I was born in Yekaterinburg in Russia and lived in an Orphanage there with hundreds of other little kids hoping to have my own family.
These are some of the photos from my life, and with my friends.
Here I am at the door of my unit with my friends, most of whom have been adopted and are enjoying a new life with families that care and love them.
This is the view from the window of the orphanage playroom where we could look out at the backyard.
Me with my dad outside of the orphanage.
Many orphans do not find homes. But as they wait for their homes, they have to survive living off of the support and donations of the government and the public.
Outside the door of the orphanage with my mom.
Waiting to be fed in the small dining room. Back then, my mom and dad said I would eat anything and everything. Things have changed but I haven’t forgotten.
The office of the orphan doctor who helped ensure we were physically fit and healthy.
Our orphanage was in a huge neighborhood complex. This is the passageway that leads to the orphanage.
A view of the orphanage from the complex nearby.
(Below) Inside the playroom where children would play and, if they were fortunate, would meet the parents who would adopt them and care for them. Not every child manages to find a parent. And with the new laws in Russia and the growing tension between the United States and Russia, the future is uncertain.
I hope you can help the orphanage staff.