To the Birth Parents Who Gave Me Up

Subject: To the Birth Parents Who Gave Me Up
From: The Child You Gave Birth To Years Ago
Date: 5 Mar 2016

Dear Birth Parents who Gave me Up,

Hey, It's me. I don't think we know each other but I just wanted to check in with you. You've been on my mind lately, I don't know why. Maybe because I'm moving onto the next stage of my life and leaving the one where you gave me up. But it's fine, I'm thankful to you for it and I'm grateful to the parents who took me in. I'm 18 years old now. I'm graduating high school in a few short months. I have some hobbies now, real ones.

I know I was a baby when you left me. I know I was picked up by police and dropped at an orphanage. I actually visited the orphanage some years back and met my foster mother. She had me for an entire year before I was adopted by the best parents in the world. She cried, I don't remember her that much and I didn't really feel anything but I hugged her and we sat for a little while. She actually took me shopping, I think I was 10, and let me pick out whatever I wanted and bought it for me. I think she spent her menial paycheck on me that day. I know she has a son, I don't remember her really, or her son but I'm thankful for the life they gave me in that short year.

My parents. They're great people. They've given me so much. They've cared for me when I've been sick, stuck with me when I was wrong, cried for me when I experienced loss. I haven't wanted for anything and there is never a day where I doubt that I'm loved. I've been given many luxuries that ordinary people don't get and to them, I owe them everything. They raised me to be a strong, gentle, kind woman and there's nothing they could've done any better.

I have a boyfriend too. He's the most wonderful, kindest person ever. When he holds me close I know I'm not unwanted. When he whispers in my ear it sounds like a symphony lulling me into the safety and serenity of the orchestra. When we're out together he shows me off. I know he's not embarrassed of me and he makes me feel like a million bucks, like a lusted after super model on the cover of GQ.

I have some really good friends too. They understand me and I can let loose around them. I don't have any obligations to restrain myself and we all get along really well. I know that I could call any of them at 2am and they would answer and sit up with me until the break of dawn. They're the best and I wouldn't want for any other friends in the entire world.

I understand. I really do, but at the same time I don't. I know that you had to give me up. There was nothing that you could do and I know if I had stayed I would not be as successful as I am today, nor would I be the person I am today. There's just a voice in the back of my head, the what if. It's also just hard. In every sense my parents are as such, my parents. They aren't anything less. At the same time, they're people. Almost strangers. If I needed a blood donation tomorrow, an emergency, they wouldn't be able to provide for me. We aren't blood related and we share none of the same DNA. We don't share the same skin color, facial features or physical aspects. I didn't enter the world out of their love for one another and want to create a life together.

I don't even know why I'm writing this letter. I just have a sense of longing. It just happened one day and has been lingering in the back of my mind. I've debated asking to look you up and search for you, but I could never do that. It would hurt my parents, and it would disrupt your life and I would never want to do that.

So here I am. I just wanted to know how you're doing. I hope you're in good health and living the life you want, free of limitations. I just wanted to say I think of you time to time and I wonder if you've ever thought of me too. Thank you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make something of myself. I'll never forget your sacrifice and I feel blessed everyday to have ended up where I have ended up. So thank you.

From,
The Baby Girl You Gave Birth to 18 Years Ago.

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