I Always Knew I Was Adopted — But at 25, I Learned the Truth My “Mom” Hid from Me
For as long as I can remember, I lived with one unshakable truth: I was adopted, and I should be “grateful” for it. Those were the words my adoptive mother repeated throughout my childhood, shaping how I saw myself and where I believed I came from. But at 25, a single visit to the orphanage…