Adopted? Or Sold?
My story can be unbelievable at times but it is totally and honestly the truth. I was taken to a dirt road at nineteen months old along with my two-month-old brother and sold to different parents. Basically my natural mother wanted to get rid of us and did so without the knowledge of my natural dad. I had good life but still, in the back of my mind there were questions. Over the years I have found some details, maybe enough to even help find myself. I was told I am a quarter Cherokee, which I would like to prove somehow so that I can be proud of a heritage that I have always felt I belonged to. Even without being told this, I have and still do feel as if I am missing out on the most important thing about me, a lineage. My desire is to know more about the woman who gave us up and about the daddy that was terribly hurt that his two children were given away.
I was also notified at a young age by the court, of course the letter came to my parents, that said that my natural daddy had been killed and I had money coming. They told me, but I was so young that I did not care about that, only that I would never get a chance to meet the man responsible for my birth. Now I search harder at age fifty-two because I do not want to leave this world and not know who and what I am. A legacy to leave to my two daughters and six grandchildren. I need to put this to rest, if I can, by learning more. – Anita M.