We Weren’t the Borrowers, We Were the Beggars — a Childhood Lesson on Survival

We knew they had milk because they had a cow.

Pippa Seichrist
Feb 11, 2018 · 4 min read
Andry and his biological mother, Maria

This is one of the memories my adopted son, Andry, shared with me. We adopted him from Ukraine when he was 13. I wonder, “How much do our experiences shape who we are?”

Maria’s preserved fruit and vegetables that she grew in the yard. The potatoes are stored under the floor.

Andry shared his stories with me at a coffee shop on Saturday mornings. Through his memories I learned so much about him.

Pippa Seichrist

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Cofounder, Head of Innovation, Miami Ad School, teacher, adoptive mother, and artist www.miamiadschool.com