Through the blur of my tears, I saw a tiny head of dark hair, and I heard her powerful cry.
I feel like I’ve stood close to death and evil twice in my life: when a family member tried to commit suicide, and more recently- when a loved one was murdered.
The conversation with my adoptive parents about meeting my birth parents was not an easy one to have. It happened over a span of a lifetime, right up to the day of actually hugging my birth parents for the first time. It’s still a dialogue we keep up with, as they have now re-entered my life as real living beings, instead of this idea I had of who they could be.