Thoughts on Family

When I turned 18, my mother told me I was adopted. It was fortunate in many ways, because it was a kinship adoption — so I grew up knowing my birth mother as my aunt. In retrospect, she was my favorite aunt even though we only saw her during summer trips to my grandparents in Oklahoma. So maybe that says something about a bond between parents and children. Or maybe it has more to do with her being a really nice person. Or both.