Description

As an adopted child, I soon realized my life was good. I didn't feel abandoned by the birth parents I never knew. I was just a few days old when my adoptive parents took me to my new home, a small town in Ohio. When I was quite young my adoptive mother told me that my biological mother was 13-years-old when I was born, one of the few facts she knew. Who were these people? Did I look like them? Do I have brothers and sisters? After I married and had children, I questioned what should my two children know about my side of their biological heritage. This is the story of my incredible search and the amazing answers I found to very old questions. Little did I know that due to fictitious information on my birth certificate, and many dead-ends, it would take over 11 years before I would meet my birth parents and 10 siblings! As you will read, it was the slightest event that brought us together. Should my story give another searcher the ambition to never lose faith in searching, even when much time passes with no answers, then my purpose for writing will be fulfilled. Book Cover Photo: My picture of the Urambamba River Valley near Machu Picchu, Peru, a place I always knew I must visit.