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Children were often left in boxes in public places, where anonymity and visibility existed in tension: the child was abandoned yet positioned to be found. Using a cardboard box found near the residency, the box proposes the child as a commodity, echoing questions of value, exchange, and personhood. The box becomes both container and witness, carrying the tensions between personhood and objectification. In a visual letter to my unknown birth mother, I layer personal archival footage from the nineties with fragments of intercountry adoption history. I use the past to reach towards an improbable future: one in which reunion is possible.