It’s as if adoptees’ stories are so shameful they are to be kept a secret.
I began to withdraw from my friends. My thoughts became darker, the fun of prom fading into a fog.
No matter how hard we try to make others happy in the way we speak or how we act, we continue to feel lonely and unloved.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.
I fell to the ground in shock. My girlfriends and I stared at each other in horror and helplessness. What were we supposed to do now? How did this happen?
To my birth dad.
To my adopted dad.
To all my other dads.
Happy Father’s Day.