Remembering My Dads As I Hold My Boys

“I’ve seen two dead bodies in my life, and they were both my father. Maybe that sounds like a riddle. Or like a story with a hole at the center. But adoption, you see, is complicated. Because for adopted people there is a hole at the center of our story.”

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Puzzle Pieces: Identity and My Birth Mother Search

As adoptees try to piece together the puzzle of their identities, they begin to ask questions. Why did my birth mother give me up? Does she ever think about me? Does my birthday carry any significance to her? Our guest writer shares her international journey to answer these questions and precious moments of reunion between her adoptive family and birth family.

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