I guess the hardest thing for me in the first year was when I had to go back to the agency for follow-up visits. I was always terrified that I would see my other mother there and she would want to take me home with her again. That’s because when I was in foster care we had monthly visits—my mother and I—in the playroom at the agency.
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Sometimes I think about my first mother—like I wonder if she’s lonely and if she’s worked out all her problems. I hope she has a better life. It must be hard for her not to have her kids and it would be nice if the agency people told her what a happy life Lauren and I have now. Now that the adoption is final, I’d like to see her again. I still remember what she looks like—she has short brown hair and brown eyes and she looks just like me.
