I am Jedwin Asia, a Filipino who has been living in Manila since the time that my biological mother took me here from Saudi Arabia.
I was told that I was born in Riyadh in 1988. I don’t have a Saudi birth certificate because my Mother did not declare that I am a son of a Saudi national. Several days after I was born, I was told that she flew back to Manila and brought me along with her. As soon as we landed, she contacted one of her friends and decided to give me away for good. That friend became my Family and they have adopted me ever since. My foster Mom explained to me that the reason why my biological mom took me here is because she was trying not to get in trouble with the law for having a child out of wedlock.
My biological mother’s name is Yolanda “Yolly” Roldan but it could have also been Yolanda “Yolly” when she was in Saudi Arabia. From what I was told, she either used to work for my Father or my Father’s family. My foster Mom also shared that my biological mom told them that my Father, a Saudi from Riyadh, did his best to find me but eventually gave up perhaps when he realized that my biological mom will not let him see me and was only contacting him for money.
I was told that my Father is a good man which is also why I want to meet him. I am already 34 years old but I always feel like an outsider, with no real identity. I love my foster Family and they mean the world to me but I always yearn to be a part of something that connects me to where I came from. I am not looking for my Father to demand the missed child support, I am financially stable and have a wife now. I don’t need to depend on anyone for anything.
I was told that his name is Gaib (or could be Kaif) with a last name that sounds like Al Koweydi though I am not sure if that is how it is spelled or not. I was also told that he owned a PO Box in the 80’s or 90’s, PO Box 3701 in Riyadh. This was how my biological mother got in contact with him, at least I think so. I also learned that my Father, at the time that my biological mother knew him, was either an Immigration Officer/Police or an Airport Police officer or something similar and that he and his family lived near where the National Guards were. I am just not sure if “National Guards” is an outpost or a government office.
At this point, these are all the information that I can share. I don’t think my biological mother will still be able to remember other information that she missed to share with me but I will still try to ask her from time to time. I really hope to be reunited with my Father.