Until a few months ago, Widya Astuti Boerma knew her biological mother only from glimpses of memory.
The last memory was her mother’s instructions at a Jakarta train station to “be a good girl” and go with a woman she barely knew.
Until a few months ago, Widya Astuti Boerma knew her biological mother only from glimpses of memory.
The last memory was her mother’s instructions at a Jakarta train station to “be a good girl” and go with a woman she barely knew.