I'm sitting alone today with the day off work. My house is clean and my tv blasts ancient episodes of LA Ink. A woman is getting a tattoo to commemorate her birthmother and it's an emotional scene. Episodes, movies and articles having to do with adoption always hit me because I was also adopted. Now don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful childhood that was filled with things that most other kids never got to do. I got to go to the theater and be exposed to art and music of all kinds. I got to travel all around the United States and beyond and see amazing sights, but I always wondered. Where in the world were the people who looked like me? I have my answers as an adult, but sadly that gives me no closure. I always wonder if they wanted to be proud of me. I wonder if they like tattoos or if I'll ever get to meet my younger siblings. I wonder if they have my messy handwriting or can't stand olives on pizza. I always wonder when I'm alone.
