“Separation from my biological roots and foster family encouraged visions of my birth mother inspired by obscure memories, mystical dreams, and childhood fantasies.” —Judith Land
My youth was spent quietly wondering and longing for something intangible that I perceived was missing in my life. Everything that had ever happened to me lingered in my imagination, and after I found out I was adopted I wondered why my mother gave me up for adoption. Wondering where I came from was important to me. Knowing that I was adopted was a complex issue that affected my thinking as a child.
Over time I gradually acquired the habit of scanning the faces of strangers searching for others with physical features similar to my own hoping to find a connection. I became highly observant of other families in my neighborhood and naturally gravitated toward surrogate parents I considered to be most similar to my imaginary biological family. I was shaken knowing that I was adopted but my sense of optimism and hope that my life would turn out all right in the end were unwavering.
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