For years, I tried to find my birth mother. I wrote letters. I called the social worker assigned to my search, hoping for anything, a name, a photo, a single fact to hold onto. “Can you just tell me her name?” I pleaded. “No. I’m so sorry. But by law, I can’t,” she explained sympathetically. […]
For years, I tried to find my birth mother. I wrote letters. I called the social worker assigned to my search, hoping for anything, a name, a photo, a single fact to hold onto. “Can you just tell me her name?” I pleaded. “No. I’m so sorry. But by law, I can’t,” she explained sympathetically. […]
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