A Letter To My Birth Mother
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Hi, my name is Elizabeth Grace
I am writing you this letter in hopes to fill this void space
I often look at women on the subway, and think “Is she my birth mother?”
I have always known I was adopted, and as time passed by only questions of uncertainty came one after another
“Who am I?”, “Who are you?”, “Who is my father”, and “Why did you give me away?”
I want you to know, I love you, and it’s true I don’t know you but I love you
My parents are amazing; I hold no ill will against you, through them my appreciation for you has grew
I think of you daily, so I can only imagine how much you think of me
I am 23 years old, have one older brother and one younger sister, both which are adopted
My parents are interracial, as well as homosexual
My values, ethnics, and family beliefs has been viewed as very conceptual
I graduated college and have 1 child of my own
As I write you, I have fears of the unknown
“What if she rejects me?”, “What will she think of my parents?”, and lastly
“What if she has convinced herself…to forget me?”
The magical question my friends ask me is “How does it feel to be an adoptee?”
I never had a “mother”, but I never felt deprived of the feeling of a parent’s love
Even with my exceptional upbringing, there’s still a “mother”, you, which I think of
See I figured, “YOWO” (You Only Write Once), so here’s my chance to write to you