A piece I wrote on my birthday this year:
You are enough.
You were loved.
You are still loved.
She thinks of you all the time, especially on your birthday.
Today is your birthday.
Today you turn 39.
Today your First Mother, your life giver, is 56.
Today she will probably pause to think of you.
And mourn you.
Today you can mourn freely.
Mourn for what could’ve been.
Today you can celebrate.
Celebrate all that you do have.
To mourn and to celebrate.
That is what it means to be an adoptee.
A child displaced from one family.
A child placed with another family.
Mourning and dancing can coincide on the same coin.
Tears can come with sorrow and joy.
Express them freely, Man Yee.
It is your right.
Marly's World 