Loredana Drilea


Loredana Drilea


Entrepreneur / Author

 I was born in Romania, in a little town of Falticeni, under the Ceausescu regime, which didn’t exactly contribute to an easy start to life. But to be honest, it was all I knew. I made do with what I had, as they say.  My Mother abandoned me to an orphanage, as I’ve done my best to tell you about in; The Little Orphan, which is, and I say this with all due respect, my ‘Anne Frank Journal’ to me, fully acknowledging that what happened to the Jewish population under the Nazi regime was a lot more horrible than what happened to me. When it comes to my Father, I never knew him.

And when I finally saw my Mother, after years of abandonment, she told me that he had been a gigolo, and had been good-looking, and that she was only sixteen when they met. She also said that their love affair lasted but two nights, and that he enjoyed life way too much to become her husband. I had a sister that I hardly knew, whom my Mother hadn’t abandoned for good in an orphanage…unlike me.



Perhaps it’s because I was abandoned at a young age by my Mother, who pushed me away when I finally did find her; being a Mother has always been the most important thing to me.  So when I became one, I wanted to give my son everything that my Mother hadn’t given me. Through him, I have, little by little, come to terms with my life, which is quite lovely, infinite, surprising, even if my young years were spent in a Romanian orphanage! And as I always say: “Everything is possible! I have no limits!” These are the life lessons that I teach my children.

After my miraculous escape from the orphanage in Romania, on Christmas Eve 1989, I discovered a different world; unexpected and surprising. What? We can walk freely in the streets? What? We can walk into a grocery store or pastry shop, without having to wait in line from five in the morning, when there was at least food on the shelves?  Was I dreaming?  No, I was just waking up from my long Romanian nightmare.

The wonderment, the abundance, I never forgot it. And to be completely forthcoming, I admit to harbouring a kind of astonishment, a sadness, also, a hope.

My astonishment is that so little people seem to understand the good fortune they have being born in a country where there is such  abundance.

My sadness is that they act as if “Mother Nature’s fridge” has no bottom and will always be full, regardless of the offensive daily waste produced by our society.

My hope is that my book, The Little Orphan, and the future foundation that will one day be attached to it, will in the near future, assure that no child leaves for school with an empty stomach, like they do in Romanian orphanages.                                        

I also hope that all of my readers will take stock of the luck they have, to not have been born in Romania under the Ceaucescu Regime, and to not have had lived their childhood in an orphanage. I pray for them. And it’s for that reason that I have written the story of my life.   



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‘It’s extraordinary. I am upset and speechless. I think you’re doing a great bookstore success! ‘Jenny Langevin


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‘It’s amazing to read the end. Wow, that’s wonderful. It only remains for me to buy a magic lamp! ‘Mariève Tremblay.

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