W, I may not have fought for you in court, but I have been fighting since you were denied my milk for a reason I still, nearly 6 years later cannot comprehend as hard as I try. I am fighting in other ways. Keeping what happened to us from happening to others via Saving Our Sisters. All the time, effort and energy in everything I do is all for you and your sisters. All I ever wanted for you was the best, and I know now as I have very shortly after I listened to the wrong people who deceived me, that being given to strangers is not what you needed. You needed me, and I am so so sorry I didn’t believe in me.
We love and miss you every single day.
Dear Adoption, You Aren’t Always Right
Growing up, my adoption issues lived mostly in the confines of my own head. I was adopted domestically so most people had no clue my parents, siblings and I didn’t have the same genes. I went to live with my new family when I was less than 2 weeks old. I was born to one woman and left the hospital with a different woman. I always thought that seemed weird since the first woman wasn’t dead.
My mom said I cried a lot when I first came home and that I wouldn’t settle with her when she held me but that she always loved me so much. She said she knew I was hers.
When I was 4 weeks old, my birth mom changed her mind.
She called the adoption agency, the hospital, the social worker and even the police to try and get me back.
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