Dear Adoption, You Erased Me

I am not part of my family anymore.  I am not my mother and father’s child.  My birth certificate was altered, and the person that I was born to be was erased from history, forever.  You took my name, and my home.

You took my mother.  Maybe she went along with it, but the result was she was gone.  It’s as if I was photo shopped onto another family portrait.

I think about you every day.  Some think that you should be part of my past, but you are not.  You are part of everyday.  I’m not able to put you behind me, and forget you.  You are there every time I look in the mirror, and see my mother.  You are there when I see my adoptive mother.  You are there when I look at my children, and when I try and sleep at…