Message in a Bottle: To My Missing Mother– From Tbilisi, Georgia

I received this letter to me personally from a family friend who is serving a mission with his wife in Tbilisi, Georgia:
We visited a home for mentally challenged older adult age individuals. They range from severe to some who are more normal than some folks on the street. All of which have been abandoned by their families for one reason or another, mostly due to economics. We were doing a humanitarian project for them, (distributing medical supplies) so we made a few visits in the process. On one visit an individual came up to me and asked if I could help him. He handed me a letter he had written. It was in Georgian so of course I could not read it. So I had our translator read it. I could not hold back the tears as she read the letter. (Note the reason for the red eyes in my picture.) I gave him a hug and promised I would try to do something. Can you help? — David

Our family decided to try to help. Tbilisi, Georgia doesn’t have a lot of technology, but in looking for miracles, you try whatever you can. Perhaps a posting online will, like a message in a bottle, somehow find it’s way to her– or inspire some other mother, in similar circumstances to find her child. Here is the letter he wishes to send to his mother:

To My Dear Mother,

Hello, Mother, how are you? Are you doing well? Mother, I am your son, Evgeni Abdalov. What happened? Why did you forsake me? What did I do wrong that you forsook me? Maybe you had a hard time? Maybe you were sick? If you were sick and now you are well, why haven’t you come to see me? How can I believe you don’t remember me? I can’t believe it, and you know why? Because mother will never leave her child, even if he is sick. Maybe someone had forced you to do so? Do you know that I am waiting for you to come? I’ve been waiting for you forever. Once, when I was little, parents came to one of children, he was playing with them, giving them hugs and kisses. I began to cry. I was being asked why I was crying, and I answered: I want my Mom to come. Nurses were telling me, that my Mom would come to see me, too, they were calming me down.

One week passed, then one month, but you didn’t come. I wanted to see you, I was asking myself: “What did I do wrong? Why nobody comes to me?” but I didn’t have an answer to this question neither then, nor now. And the only one person, who can answer this question is you, mother. Still, what happened? Why have you forsaken me? Didn’t it hurt your heart? Couldn’t you at least say Hello to me?

I am still waiting for you, mother. Please, show up, I need you. I don’t want to die without getting to know you. I will forgive you, just come. I am waiting for you impatiently.

With great love to you,

Your son Evgeni Abdalov. If you can hear me or read this letter, find me.

Evgeni Abdalov was born on February 20, 1983

Dusheti Home for the Disabled, Dusheti Georgia

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