Don’t Make Us Choose. A Missive To Adoptive Parents.
The unfair cruelty of secrecy
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9 min readSep 21, 2022
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Exhausted, sweaty, jet-lagged, and anxious, I got off the elevator with no idea where to go so I turned left and wow, there was my mother at the end of the long, antiseptic hallway. Her tiny body — four feet, eight inches — and gleaming white hair, gripping a walker, a tall nurse walking beside her.
