Perhaps the best known feeling of an Adopted Person, is the thinking of the Unknown.
The Wondering. Both, in mind and soul.
Who am I. Where did I come from.
I can see Your parents, know Your parents.
But, where are Mine.
We. Are your Parents. States the Adopted Parent, adamantly.
And we love You. As if you were our own. One of ours.
Except, I’m not. Thinks the Child. A real notion, that is not
dared said out loud. At that moment.
You say I am. This Birth Certificate. Says you are.
But, we all know. The Truth. Or do, we. Do, I.
And. At that very distinct point. The wondering.
Begins.