I spent my childhood quietly wondering and longing for something intangible that seemed missing in my life. I never gave up hope or stopped scanning the universe for my biological parents because I was confident I would someday find them.
The ghostly image I had of my birth mother was something that haunted me throughout my childhood. Even though I had never seen her face, I often thought of her. I instinctually began as a wee life, longing for the warmth and protection of my birth mother to survive. The umbilical cord was physically severed, but our unnatural separation heightened the spiritual connection that bound me to my birth mother. Maybe I possessed a biological gene in my DNA that drove me to succeed. Using my sixth sense, I never gave up scanning the universe for esoteric signals emanating from her essence. I was subconsciously longing to be with her. I used intuition and wishful thinking to connect with what was intuitively familiar in every way possible.
I wanted to know why my mother gave me up for adoption, my family medical history, and my social and cultural heritage. I wanted to be with others who shared my same flesh and blood. I was curious if we looked alike, had identical habits, or had similar personal preferences.
Ultimately, my drive to find my roots was spiritual and inspired by God.
“A powerful personal story that belongs in the Pantheon of Adoption Classics. I was deeply moved by the heartbreaking narrative of this adoptee, but at the same time, the mystery buff in me breathlessly turned the pages to find out how or if Judy finally finds her truth. As you read this shocking and amazing book, keep reminding yourself: This really happened.” Donna Montalbano