My mother meets her birthmother today in N. Carolina, an experience she's dreamt of since she was a little girl. My father keeps calling me from their hotel room, telling me that she's a basket case: breaking out into rashes, getting lumps in her throat, having hot flashes. I'm so excited for her that I keep crying. She deserves this so much. She
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