Jan stood on her tippy toes and peered into the cradle. What she saw in there was a teeny, tiny baby with fresh, newborn cheeks splotched with pink as if an artist’s fan brush had gently stroked and blended the color there.

“Oh!” A breath escaped Jan’s mouth while she tried to withhold her glee at seeing her new toy. The toy squeaked. Jane stepped back, startled. It was not a toy. It was an actual! Real! Live! Baby! A Baby Sister! Jan could not contain her excitement! “Mom!” she shouted, but then, remembering the real, live sleeping baby, she whispered, “Mom!” as she backed out away from the cradle.

Jan’s family had adopted a baby girl. And the baby girl was me. My parents told my sister, Jan, that there was a surprise in the doll cradle for her. Jan’s excitement was shared by my parents and my other siblings.

I was raised to understand that I was adopted. I assumed it meant that I was smart or superior as it was usually coupled with the compliment that I was “intelligent.” So here I am, “intelligent” and “adopted.” I guess it didn’t mean “pretty,” because I had short blond hair that was cut like a boy. (I knew that because several strangers would tell my mom what a cute little boy she had; to which she would respond by pulling my shoulder towards her and saying, “No, this one’s a girl!”).

One day when I was about six, my mom told me about a “half-brother” that I had. She told me that she had met him and that she remembered that he was quite energetic. While that conversation rarely came up ever again, it was never far from my thoughts. I would wonder what my “brother” was doing on a given day and when his birthday was and if he ever wondered about me. I always wondered about my biological family. Mostly I wanted to know what they looked like. I also wanted to show them how well things had turned out for me in the hopes that they would be proud.

When I was a twenty-one-year-old college student in upstate NY, my parents showed me a letter from my biological aunt (my mother’s sister) asking to be in touch with me. She wanted me to write her a letter and introduce myself. When my parents laid that option out in front of me, I had only one response: “Yes!” Off my letter went inviting her and any members of my biological family to contact me and get to know me.

Shortly thereafter I received a letter from my then sixteen-year-old brother. His name was Anthony. He lived in North Carolina, he liked the Goo-Goo Dolls, and he liked Camel cigarettes. He enjoyed running away from home and getting in trouble. I quickly corresponded with him easing into my new role as “big sister;” encouraging him to get better grades and stay out of trouble.

At my college apartment one afternoon, my phone rang and it was Anthony. He informed me that he was “taking some time away from home again” and he wanted to send me a letter so he wanted my street address. I said, “Anthony, just give me the number for your payphone and I will call you right back!”

As I finally extracted the numbers that appeared in front of him on the payphone I realized that I recognized the area code.

“Anthony! Where are you?” I jumped up onto the sofa with the phone in my hand peering out between the mini-blinds. He told me that he had come to meet his big sister and he was down at the corner. My heart was racing as I dashed down the street.

I saw his brown hair. I saw that he was tall. I saw his dark brown eyes. I saw pieces of me. For the first time in my life I saw someone who was actually related to me. It was astounding. I watched him very closely. I inspected him like a scientist would a specimen on a slide. I saw his arms and legs move. I watched him talk and watched his lips move. He was part of me. I could not. Stop. Smiling. I smiled like that for two weeks because that was how long he stayed.

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I found them on Facebook and it turns out they were trying to find me as well. A few days after Christmas, in the year 2016, we decided to meet up for lunch. My older sister, Tiffany, decided to pick me up at my house, and then we proceeded to meet up with Kristi.

I was nervous to get in the car with my sister whom I had never met before. We met up at Cicis Pizza in Springfield. We spent a good hour or two just talking. We decided to go to the mall to walk around for a while. We stopped by Bath and Body Works, and we bought ourselves a giant cookie to eat.

We spent a good few hours together, and I can definitely see that we are all different. We don’t look like each other, nor do we act like each other. I came with the expectation that I would look like my siblings and have the same personality. I’m thankful that I got to meet them. We stay in contact with each other through Facebook and text messaging.

By staying in contact with my siblings, I have the opportunity to learn more about my biological family. For instance, I learned that both of my sisters have a genetic condition, so I decided to get tested for it. Thankfully, I don’t have it, but I am glad I found out so I could get tested. I recently contacted my biological mother, and she messaged me back saying that I can meet her sometime when I am ready. I am nervous about this, but I think it will be nice to finally meet her. I want her to see how I turned out. I want her to know that I am okay.

It is important to meet your biological family because you should know who they are. It’s also important for medical reasons because you can find out if your family has any health issues that could affect you later in life. Reunification may not always be possible, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

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