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You may look here, because maybe your Aparents told you that I lived in Chicago. From Chicago, I had to go to Albuquerque because Independant adoption wasn't legal in Illinois in 1986. And the Aparents live in New York, so here I shall post too.
Today my son turns 22. And I sit here still, every year on his birthday, hoping..that he is looking. In August of last year I got contacted thru this website. A young man saying all the right things. And most important that he thought he was my son. After communicating back and forth here, I told him that we need a DNA test. I do not want to take another womans child, I need to be 100% positive.
I was worried because all the information he gave me came from basically all the posts I have made here in the past years on his birthday. There was nothing new at all. Needless to say, I said DNA test, and he never contatcted me again.
I went from pure joy to total melt down. All I can assume is that he was not my son. So, for the day that my real son comes looking, I am here thinking of you, crying, and just praying that happy, healthy, and living a good life. We love you so much. Your father, sister and I. And our entire family. Maybe this time next year, you will find me. I will never give up hope. You were born in Albuquerque, but the AParents lived in Manhattan. Happy birthday my angel boy. Please..please.. find us.
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