![]() ![]() ![]() We talked for two straight hours where I discovered, to my surprise, that I had a younger brother and two younger sisters. She sweetly said, "Hello?" My halting response of, "Mom" left the line dead for what seemed like hours. In that moment, my heart nearly stopped when I heard my momma's voice for the first time. With emotions overflowing, I dialed that number on Mother's Day 2003. Thanks to this man's help and some information from my parents, I was able to track down the mediator who had connected my birth mother with my adopted parents. As part of the Special Forces unit, I had access to an individual whose civilian job was in private investigation. Seven years later, I was in the Army stationed at Fort Bragg, NC. My halting response of, "Mom" left the line dead for what seemed like hours. Who was this woman? What might she be like? Did she share my gregarious personality? Because I could tell that my dad was uncomfortable with this conversation, I asked little about my birth mother over the next few years yet my heart yearned for more information. He explained that I was adopted, that my birth mother had extenuating circumstances that made her feel that I would be better off with a family that would be able to better care for me. That day, I a sked my dad why I was so different from the rest of my family. In stark contrast, the rest of my family was shorter, pale, and had personalities completely different than mine. I was twelve years old, tan, lean, and quite tall for my age. ![]()
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