Good morning, friends!
I remember when curiosity was spilling over inside me! I had my birth mother’s name….Marjorie Elizabeth Perry. A real person. My fantasy mother was coming to life. Really? She was real? How could I not find her? I wanted to find her and reassure her that she had made the right decision in placing me for adoption. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.
However, my widower dad said, “Why would you want to open that can of worms?” My husband’s side of the family grew distant, and my husband was silent.
I felt lost, but not as lost as I would if I didn’t go forward with my search for her.
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