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I was born on September 25th, 1977 in Daytona, Florida.
My birth mother's name begins with a J.
I was her second child, a girl.
Her first child was a boy, his name begins with a K.
He'd be about 2-4 years older than me and from what I
understand, he stayed with my birth mother.
When I was born, I believe J and K were staying with J's mother.
I was adopted through Catholic Charities.
I grew up in Florida, always knowing I was adopted. My parent's handled telling me about as perfect as it could get. I don't even remember when I found out. Like I said, I grew up knowing. :)
I have a tendency to ramble, so I'll keep this short. I'd love to get in contact with either my birth mother, or with my half-brother, or both. I've always been curious. I especially thought of my birth mother whenever I had a birthday.
Though I wouldn't be able to remember it, I do hope that during that brief time in which we were in the same room, that I opened my eyes and looked at you. Even if I didn't, I grew up the sort of person who would have hoped you got to have that moment with me. Through your selfless decision to let me have the chance at a better start in life, I have learned a point of courage in my own life that I may never have known if not having your decision to ponder from time to time.
I hope I did this right! :D
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