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Originally Posted By Karyn SwigerI gave birth to a biracial (black/european) little girl on August 16, 1966. I was alone, and I wanted her to have a family consisting of a stable couple, one parent black, one parent caucasian. This was the most loving decision I felt I could make at the time, but I still remember the sound of her cry in the Notre Dame nursery in Biddeford, Maine. I hope that somewhere out there, my little girl is happy and healthy. I called her Michelle, and I know she was given a different name by her adoptive parents. I would treasure the opportunity to meet my girl, now thirty four.
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