Some of you may know, I am adopted. I never really wanted to pursue my biological parents because my parents are here in Bay Village. Lately I have just seemed a bit more disconnected than normal, and with recent health concerns with blood pressure, I thought it would be a good time to start looking into non-identifying information.

Two months ago, I wrote a letter to the agency that my mother spoke of many years ago. I sent a check for forty dollars and letter and sat by the mailbox waiting for a response. Friday I finally received the letter. It shocked me actually. It contained much information about my maternal family and some information about my paternal family. My bio-mom was 14 years old when she had me. My bio-dad was 16. This was not consensual as expected. She was Polish and Hungarian, he was German and Finish. She played a few instruments and loved business. He raced cars, was a mechanic, and played the drums. He sounded like he was in a band of some sort. He had a probation officer, and spent sometime in court. A real problem child it seemed like.

One of the hardest parts of the letter was that my bio-mom was taken up to New York by her parents to terminate the baby[me], but she was already past the 5 month. So I lived.