Adoption: A Road To Discovering My History

I first found out I was adopted around Kindergarten. I remember it fairly clearly, I was at home one day with my mom and she brought out a chest from the closet and inside there were a bunch of papers. The papers had a distinctive official look to them; more than half of the papers were blacked out. I was confused. I didn’t quite know what was going on, I hadn’t done anything wrong as far as I could think. That was…