I’ve always known I was adopted. My parents never kept it a secret; they told me they found me through the foster system when I was just a few months old. The details, though, were always a little unclear. I never pressed for more information—I had a happy life, filled with love. But still, there were nights when I’d wonder about my origins. Who left me behind? Who took me in?
Then, just a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday, my mom showed me an old newspaper clipping.
The headline read: “Officer Rescues Infant from Abandoned House.”