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See, the thing is, I love my birth mother for the fact that she had the "adult" compassion and knowlege to know that she could not give me the life she felt "I deserved." She was 16 at the time of my birth. Just that fact alone makes me feel I WAS LOVED, and the respect for my birth family has come from that. Someday I'll be able to tell her this, but until then, I'm hope she knows in her heart that someday we'll be able to meet, catch up and discover.
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