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Originally Posted By Tamara ThompsonDear estranged mother:I hope that one day I can look into your eyes and see a reflection of myself. I know reunions are traumatic- you didn't want me then, and maybe you don't want to know me now, but I think of you daily as my guardian and helper. Your genes and your spirit are inherent in my character and various idiosyncratic behavior. Where do they come from? You are my lost Atlantis or invisible friend, known only to me through sketchy details relayed from the delivery doctor to my then childless parents. I want to know you. I need to know my origins. Please understand that. I do not know you, and yet I love you still. Why is that?
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