By Peggy, Adoptive Grandparent. When merely in the telling I hear the story of my birth the question, Why? shudders through me. Abandonment hangs heavily on my neck, despite the tender arms that shelter me. But as I walk the open door to greet her, know her in my forming years, and more, the origin, my beginning fill me with …
Adoption: closed and open.
Posted by April 18, 2017
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