The Gift of Meeting My Father

The Gift of Meeting My Father

Editors Note: This Christmas memory was shared with us willingly but the author of this story has asked that we keep her name confidential. Thus, the names in the story below have been changed. I was adopted 51 years ago. It was my fortunate lot to be given to a family who loved me. My parents, who could not bear children, were thrilled when they adopted me. I wanted for nothing. I have known nothing but love all the days of my life. When I learned at about age 7 that I was adopted it created a hole in meRead more