Have you ever seriously wished as an adult to find out that you were, in fact, adopted and that somewhere your REAL family is wondering where you are?
I really kind of thought that by THIS point in my life, I would have progressed beyond this fantasy. But sure enough, as soon as we all get together, there it is again... that wondering... "Who ARE these people?"
It's amazing to think that with the same genes, and the same environment, I have turned out so very different from the rest of them. The ONE saving grace is that my younger niece is in many ways very much like me. Which makes me a wee bit worried for her. If the rest of the family can reduce me to near-tears at my age...how hard it is going to be for her in the coming years?
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