I found my birth mother this week.
Actually it was my daughter that found the Alameda classmates entry. She was excited when she came to tell me. "Come 'mere Mom. I found her." It's never been a big priority for me but I'll admit I too was a little excited. Mostly I wondered if I had a brother, or a sister. Would I eventually meet them? I grew up an only child and always feel a little cheated when I watch those movies where the sisters are great buddies and have each other's back. Or an older brother, you know the kind that watches over you. Then there's that lovely adoptee fantasy, good for many a dull afternoon, they're rich and they want to find me. Sigh ...
