The Two Babies I Found Alone on a Plane Eighteen Years Ago Came Back Into My Life With a Document That Changed Everything

and I do not blame anyone who finds themselves on either side of one.

But when I looked at my son, with his messy hair and his shy smile, with his small hand reaching for mine without a thought, I felt something rise up in me that was louder than any sense of betrayal.

He was still mine. Not by blood, but by every single thing that ever truly mattered.continue reading …