When I cut the picture out of the magazine, I had no clue what she looked like.
Some time later, I remember staring in awe at the first photo of my mother. Her reflection was looking back at me in my mirror—I could see a carbon copy of myself. I placed her photo now next to mine that I used from the magazine.
One of my birth sisters said, “Mom would have liked you the best!” She didn’t have to say that.
I have wondered as an adoptee, if we’ve always felt their presence. I know I have.