A Time to Remember....

When I was 8 years old, I was told I was adopted. I don't really know how to accept it. Thinking that the person that gave birth to me is somewhere else in the world. The though never failed to enter my mind why my own mother would just give me to a stranger. I got asked was I okay with being adopted or not. Well of course I said yes I'm fine with it. But was I really ??? No. I mean I love my adoptive family but how would you feel if you wasn't with your real family?? Hmm?? Every time we went to the store I would always look around thinking I could walk right passed my mom and not know it. It went on looking for her for about 3 more years. Then when I was about to give up hope something caught my attention....,..,,,,