It has to do with today being my birthday, but that’s only half of the reason. The other half involves a little red bear and a phone call that changed everything.
A question I continue to hide from, but one that always seems to find me.
There’s that one day that comes once each year. It’s a date marked for celebration. Aside from holidays, it is the best time of the year, especially if it’s your special day. For me, that day is Sept. 17. My gotcha day.
Many times I think destiny must have a sense of humor because of all of the girls who needed a family, it put two of the most opposite humans under the same roof.
Like most, the first hours of my life involved in a hospital. But unlike most, after I left the hospital, there was not a home waiting for me.
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