when i was a little girl i always wondered who my real parents were, just why my skin was crystal clear, my eyes sky blue, my hair long and brown. i look nothing like my parents our my brothers and sisters. one day in the attic i went to clean up as mother instructed me and found an interesting picture it was me but younger with two adults who look like me. on the back it said; my dearest jennifer de’bozarth we hope that one day you meet us again. that this pain and agony will soon end. we did not wish to leave, but some things we can't control. love you parents. it was dated 1970, i was now 16, 1985 living with complete strangers. linda sweetie come downstairs the stranger yelled.
what is this i yelled as i looked at her and then the man i called father. nothing give me that he shouted as i pulled away. why didnt you tell me i cried as the woman hid herself in shame. were so sorry the woman cried but we had to, and we have to do this. do what i cried as a brown bag went over my entire body. i screamed and gasped for air but nothing came through.