Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

This is a story of my adoption.

     On May 7th 1980 I was born. My parents weren't married and young. In 5 months my mother decided to put me up for adoption. My parents went to Catholic Charities. There they signed over their rites. I was put into a foster home. In October I was officially adopted. I was told I was adopted when I was 5. I really didn't know at that time but it changed my outlook. I always was looking for people that looked like me. I wondered if something was wrong with me. I was even wondering if they had died.

     I started looking for my birth parents when I was 18. My mom was very supportive. However it created a very big rift with my father. I was nervous to say the least. I didn't have much to go on. I contacted the agency that I was adopted through. My case was a closed adoption. I contacted the hospital I was born in. Dead end. I gave up hope.

     About three years later I found reunite.com. I was a little weary. I put my info in and prayed. The site said someone must be looking for you. It took about five months. The company contacted me. My aunt was looking for me. I got a little angry. Why wasn't it my mother or my father for that matter. They gave me my aunt's number. They also gave me my father's name and the state he lived in. I decided to call the number they gave me.

     When I called my aunt my cousin picked up. I didn't really know what to say. I only knew my birth name was Rebecca. I introduced myself as Eileen. I said that I thought I was her cousin. She dropped the phone and ran for my aunt. I really didn't want to talk to her. I wanted information on my mother. My aunt talked to me for about 15 minutes. She informed me my mother was on vacation. I asked if she could have her contact me when she got back. 

      I decided to look up my father in the phone book. I found his number and called him with great trepidation. A woman picked up the phone and I was floored. I didn't know what to say. I introduced myself as Mark's daughter. The phone dropped and even more yelling. Mark had told his wife about me. I spoke with both of them for almost an hour.

   I waited but didn't get my hopes up. What if she didn't want to contact me. A week passed and no call. I went to work the next day. When I came home my mom was crying. Turns out my mother had called and talked to my mom first. I felt sorry that I never told my mom about finding my birth parents. I went outside and called my mother. My stomach was in knots. She picked up and I couldn't speak for a few minutes. We talked for over an hour. We set up a time and place to meet.
 
     I finally met my birth mother after 21 years. She looked just like me. I finally found the answers to all my questions.