She’s Just Like Me

I met my biological mother after forty-nine years of searching for myself

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“I’d never forget,” my father said when I asked him what my mother looked like. He remembered the way the sun illuminated the gold in her brown hair, the depth of her gaze, and the way she crinkled her nose when she laughed. As I stood at his doorstep with my two daughters to meet him for the first time, he…