international adoption

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When I was young I had a different family. My mother had 10 other kids, and I was one but then that didn't matter.   My brother went first, and I came the latter.
Adoption is tough,  Adoption is life changing,  I would be first to know. Let me tell you how:  I hurt for years without knwing,  I cried so many nights just longing, Was it for her?
You lay for hours on end Waiting, waiting, in the prison that is your bed   Your legs, weak from disuse, no longer bend You are a tiny skeleton, the breathing dead  
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