My name is Kirill Cherepanov. I was the biggest pain in the ass for To Children With Love for twenty years.
I am 31 and really, I should be dead or in prison. I was a difficult child after my mother gave me away, I still do not know why she did. I was 4 when I went to the orphanage with my brother, he was a good boy, and so he was adopted by Americans. I was left behind. I resented everyone, sometimes I still do.
I was 6 when the Irish came into my life. It was a strange thing. It was like our world went from black and white into colour. In the beginning , I did not want to know these strange, happy people, they annoyed me. They wanted hugs and kisses, they were always kind and respected us, we were not used to this. Orphans did not get much respect then. No one wanted us, not even our own mothers.
Every year I wrote to my mothers address, she wrote and said she would collect me, every year, I waited, she never came. I still do not know why, she never wanted me. Three weeks ago I sent her a poem, it was about someone throwing souls away, she threw me away.
Eventually, the Irish became my trusted friends. Debbie was in the orphanage all the time, we waited for her visits, we waited for the Irish volunteers, they did not judge us. They were always kind, even when we did not deserve it. I spend my life in the orphanage, a few years ago I asked Debbie to find my brother in America, she did after a long search, he is rich now, really he does not want to know me, and I do not want to know him. Our lives are too different. We will never be the same.