I grew up believing I was adopted…
When I was very young, my parents had cattle on my grandparents farm and we would drive from the Dallas-Fort Worth area to southern Oklahoma every weekend to help with the cattle.
We would drive through Denison, TX every Friday evening and my older brother would point out this little dive bar called “Joe’s Place” and tell me that’s where his parents found me, in the trash pile. Someone had thrown me away, I was just sitting there with all the trash, and his parents decided to pick me up.
Everyone in our family had brown hair and brown eyes, I have red hair and green eyes. I am a generic nominally. He that fact to push his agenda.
I didn’t want to believe his story, but I finally I asked my mother if it was true. My mother, a very sarcastic person, said yeah, sure. You’re adopted.
Well, I was really shocked and sad that someone would just throw me away. I pondered it for a while and decided that my parents had chosen me, loved me and wanted me. They were just stuck with my brother.
Years later when I was about 12, my mother and I were having a conversation with a group of people and the subject of adoption came up. Well I was happy to share that I had been adopted!
The look on my mothers face with utter confusion and then the truth came out…