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If I could talk to my child, I would tell her, I never stopped loving her, nor did I ever stop thinking about her.
Every year on her B-day my heart is heavy. Just as heavy as it was the day I signed those adoptions papers. I signed very unwillingly.
I also wanted, as every parent wants for there childern, the best of everything. Something I knew I couldnt give my daughter when I had her.
Her adoptive parents sent me a picture of her once, and I cherish it. I looked at her smile in that picture so full of happiness & love, and I knew that was a smile I could not put on her face. In my mind & in my heart I knew I did the right thing by giving her up..
Thats not to say I dont think about her on a daily basis. Everytime I look in the mirror at myself, I pray for her. Every holiday I keep her in my heart.
I wonder if she is ok, did she get a good education, does she know she has a sister & a brother, is she married, is she happy today, did I do the right thing??? So many questions...
And the main question, does she even want to know me??
Maybe I should leave well enough alone....
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