To My Birth Mother

Do you remember me?

 

The child you gave up. The one you left behind for the sake of your family.

Or maybe it's because you didn't care.

Or maybe it's because you really wanted me, but couldn't keep me.

Or maybe it doesn't matter.

 

Do you miss me?

 

The dark eyed dark haired baby who crawled over couches and under blankets.

The happy kid who played Star Wars in the back yard with his friends

The brooding teen who struggled to find his identity because he didn't know his parentage.

 

I miss you

 

I, who have spent years pretending that the not knowing doesn't matter.

I, who didn't care that he didn't look the least bit like his parents.

I who have just now started to realize that my identity as an adoptee is a part of me.

 

I miss you

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