Can I tell you a secret? Well here it is, I didn't know I was Black until I was 5 years old. Crazy right? Well don't judge me too harshly, I was adopted & the family that adopted me are very white. I've been with them since I was 7 months old and they love me unconditionally, but I cant help but feel as if a piece of me is missing. I was 13 the first time someone called me the N word, hard R. My parents had no idea how to comfort me all they had to say was "Kids are mean."& "He probably has a crush on you.". That night I vowed to become more connected with my Black culture and other Black people, and promised myself that when I turned 21 I would search from my biological mother. Well I just turned 21 today it's 12am and I'm keeping my promise. My search has began.