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My Brother’s Story

My Brother’s Story

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After my husband left early for work Saturday morning, I got up for a few minutes to read my e-mail. One message was from my long-time friend asking if I had seen the video she sent to me privately on FB last week. For some reason, I had not watched it yet, so I sat down and clicked the play button. It was a video about Ryland’s story. When I got to the part where I heard the parents say, “She may have only been 5 years old, but we needed to start truly listening,” my tears from years of confusion and frustration as being my adopted brother’s sister started flowing freely. My brother and I were both adopted at birth; we are only two months apart in age. My heart ached for my own brother who was so misunderstood. Part of me wanted to believe his life would have…

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With a little help from our friends …

With a little help from our friends …

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I can so relate to my good friend, Wendy’s feelings. We both found our mothers had passed away much too young and our birthdays are only a couple of days apart. I remember that insulting “laugh” many times in my search for truth and answers. I am praying that you will share Wendy’s story in hopes someone will remember her mother. Thank you! “She laughed and said “That’s not how it works.” I bit back my tears as she explained, I wasn’t allowed to have that file. I had waited for this special day, my 18th birthday, not for a party, but rather for my truth. And I was denied.” http://www.rememberdottye.com/

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Insinuations

Insinuations

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I still shake my head in disbelief. When I was searching for my birth father, a woman called me collect in regards to an inquiry I sent out. She described herself as having been so-called friends with my late birth mother. Supposedly, my birth mother was a very private woman. She was able to somehow keep her pregnancy a secret from almost everyone in a small mining town. When I met my half-siblings, the two oldest said they didn’t even know back when they were teenagers that our average-built mother was expecting me. No, she didn’t go away for nine months either, but rather continued to raise her three children alongside her husband. Going on with our brief phone conversation, the lady said that my birth mother had borrowed money from her. She followed it by saying half-laughingly, “Now, I know what it was used for!” These days $75 doesn’t…

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