My piece for Dear Adoption,
Dear Adoption, [You] Sure Have a Way of Complicating Matters
I don’t know where to begin and maybe that is a common difficulty being adopted and not knowing about your roots and who gave birth to you. The story of mine is one being told and retold. Who am I? It seems to be a never-ending question. My identity, I can say for sure, is not only reflected in the now, but in the past as well and this is where [You] have somehow broken and distorted the chronological line. Going back in time is never an easy task and [You] often hinder it by great walls, secrets and lies. While there are times when the past somehow invites you to share in its knowledge (no thanks to [You], I might add), on a broader scale, it seems to be in the minority when it does happen.
I have no clear…
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