Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

In the blessed nonqueasy, high-energy days of my second trimester, I sent Donna a deposit and a notarized form authorizing her to petition the court for my sealed adoption file. She told me it would be several weeks before we heard anything. “I’ll call you as soon as I have it in my hands,” she promised. Dan had been surprised again when I told him about my decision to search for my birth parents while pregnant, and this worried me. If he could not understand the choice I had made, I felt sure