Basically, I Was a Bagel

Interrogating the story of my adoption

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It was a bagel store. You know, glass bins side by side, each containing a different flavor. Poppy next to sesame next to everything. The store itself was nondescript. My vision was about the deliciousness you see when you walk through the door.

At an age I cannot remember, because I have just always known, my parents told me they…