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What adoption means to me...
When I was born it was what had become of my eldest sister,
When I was two it was a whispered necessity,
When I was four it was a hopeless impossibility,
When I was seven it was a secretly held desperate desire,
When I was nine it was my miracle
When I was twelve it became a chip on my shoulder,
When I was fifteen it could have saved my brothers life,
When I was sixteen it was the clear expectations of those in my world,
When I was twenty it transitioned to my curse to bear,
When I was twenty four it became a quest for my genetics,
When I was twenty eight it kept me from connecting with my past,
When I was thirty three it returned to being my saving grace,
When I was forty unrelated betrayal dredged the pain up again,
When I was forty five it required me to "understand" my story,
When I was forty seven I became a foster parent, and adoption advocate.
Nancy B. 1/14
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