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On August 13, 1987, I gave birth to a baby girl at Reynolds Army Community Hospital, Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. In my heart, I named her Michelle (although this did not appear on the birth certificate). My husband and I were still very young, and he was in the Army at the time.Our baby girl was adopted by a husband and wife that lived in Texas. The husband was an Air Force Officer. They had lost a little boy in an accident, and could not have any more children. I was told that they had been waiting for years to adopt. This is all the infomation that I have.I want to know that our little girl has led a good life. I have 4 other happy, healthy children, and I want to know that our Michelle was given the same opportunnity.Every year, when her birthday passes, I get a tear in my eye. Something in my life is missing, and that is knowing that my little girl is alright.;)If any of my story sounds familiar to you, please do not hesitate to let me know.
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