I was adopted by my biological father's sister at the age of 6 weeks. I am the 2nd child of a young woman who had lost her mother a few days before I was born. I am one of 7 children. I was taught never to despise her for giving me away, and I don't. I'm actually very, very grateful that she was wise enough to let me go. To me, that shows her love; that's enough for me.
My mother passed on over 15 years ago. Today is her birthday. I'm still amazed on how deeply I get into my feelings around this time. I loved her very much, and she loved me without condition. For that, I'll forever be grateful and thankful that she hung in there to raise a little ol' throw-away like me. I miss her much.
It always blows my mind when I hear children talk to their moms as if they're insignificant. Blows my mind even more when adults do it. What I wouldn't do to hear her voice once again. What I wouldn't do to hold her hand.
She loved me when no others could or would. Happy birthday, mom! A wonderful gift, indeed. I love you...inmymind...
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