For awhile now, I've been trying to remember just how I felt ... knowing I was adopted but not knowing who my natural mother was. Fifty-eight years of not knowing and wondering and suddenly I couldn't remember how I felt about it all.
And then, this popped up on Facebook.
Apparently I'd written it two years ago. Before I even had an inkling or a hint about what was to come.
And neither mother ever got to read this ... I'm going to make sure that one of them does now.
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