I was eight when I found out I was adopted. My adoptive mum always wanted me to search for my birth parents but I didn’t want to. As far as I was concerned, my parents whom I grew up with were my parents. When they passed away I decided to start searching. It took me about 10 years to find my Dad. I wrote him a letter but didn’t hear anything back. I felt rejected and upset, but then three weeks later I received a letter from him. He had been away on a horse trek! Dad got all my siblings together and they all wanted to meet me.
About a week later my Dad came down with my niece from up north. He came to the door, we looked at each other and burst into tears, with big hugs. They were only meant to be coming for a visit but they ended up staying for a couple of days, I didn’t want to let them go. I felt like I had found a missing piece of my puzzle.
