
I have never been particularly fond of my birthday. It’s in the spring, which is great as it makes you think of new beginnings, but for me, it is also accompanied by conflicting emotions. Don’t get me wrong, I lapped it up as a child. However, once past my teen years, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to celebrate the occasion with my birth family.
That is something I didn’t get to find out even after finally meeting them, as the experience totally overwhelmed me…
The story I am about to tell you is extraordinary, and somewhat taboo, but please spend a little time reading it rather than entering your glass house to throw stones.
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