There I stood with tears in my eyes. I looked at a face which was so1that I might mistake it for my own. I stared2 her in disbelief. It felt like a dream. I hugged her, she was real.
Adopted at a very young age, I3surrounded by people I loved as family. 4, the faces weren't like mine. They were people that loved me. As I got older, the curiosity to learn more about myself took hold and didn't5. Who was I? Where did I come from?
At the age of 21, I was given the chance to6it out thanks to my adoptive parents' 7. They accompanied me to the adoption agency. Then the staff8the process of finding my birth mother. But the process was9and I didn't expect there would be many complex procedures. And the agency also had caution to move the procedures to ensure both parties' privacy especially10my birth mother didn't choose to meet me.
Months later the agency told me that my birth mother was found and that she11to meet me. We were excited. My parents said my birth mother made great sacrifice as she gave me away, 12allowed them to support the family. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible on their own. I was 13what my birth mother might be doing and what she might look like. I created a(n) 14in my head.
After a long process, the moment finally came―we reunited.
She said she had made a(n)15decision, when watching me leave with only the hope that another family could provide what she couldn't. She said she hesitated for long but knew she was right. I knew she loved me very much.
