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A phone call....
I found out one day when I was 13 years old, two months after my adoptive parents & I had just moved from a big city to a small town about 4 hours away. My Aparents were working & I had just came home from school. The phone rang, I answered, & the 1st thing the caller asked was "are you alone?". Me being naive, and not sure what to say, I said "yeah". They (my baunt, bgrandmother, bfather) proceeded to tell me my "life story". They then asked me I wanted to see them. I said sure, out of curiosity - it still didn't sink in. So they told me to get on a bus, that they would pay for it from their end (electronic transfer). I asked if I should tell my Aparents & they said no! (They were basically saying for me to "run away from home"). Before I left however, I managed to tell a girl I had just met in school who was from the same area as me (she just moved 2 months before also). I got on the bus, got to the bus station 4 hours away (in the same area from where we just moved from!!) but apparently, my new friend told my parents what I did and the police were there to met me. I didn't get a chance to meet these people that called me.
I ended up meeting them on my 3rd visit. My Bfamily kept calling & calling even after that (wouldn't leave me alone in a way....) & I kept running away from home (hitchhiking 4 hours to go see them or taking the bus). On & off, for about 3 years, that's all I did, run away from my Aparents to go see them.
There's so much more, but I think it's for another forum....
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