The parents I have and the family I call mine are great. I associate my heritage with them among everything else. It's not that I'm looking for anything better, just the only blood I know is my son. And he is the most precious thing in the world to me. I was given every opportunity growing up to be that so called normal kid. But I wasnt. I was extraordinary and up until I found out I was bipolar I didn't know why. I have a good friend from school, I grew up with her all the way from preschool through high school she was adopted too, as far as I know she never showed interest in finding her birth mother. I think the hardest part for me is putting the letter in the mailbox.

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