Thank You Mom (For Giving Me Up)

As far back as I can remember, I knew I was adopted. My parents told me at a young age that they picked me, and were so happy to give me a home. There was never that “Oh my gosh, what? I’m not your real child?” moment. I just always knew. My mom and dad had adopted me, and I was theirs. Their house was my forever home.

As I got a little older, they shared the little they knew about my mom. She was a…