I don't know where my genes lie. But I'm alive. So they exist.
I don't think I've ever come to the terms with the fact I was adopted until well I don't know when, but recently. And even so I don't think it's something that one accepts but one realizes. Nowadays when people ask me about my heritage I don't lie and say that I'm German because while my family is my blood just well isn't. I'm not. I say I'm adopted and I deal with the questions. It was something I wouldn't have done a year ago, six months ago. I don't know what changed. maybe nothing changed, Maybe I just grew up a little. I'm not saying that I'm okay with it or happy about it. I don't think that I will ever be. It's just something that life dealt me and I think nearly twenty years later, It's time I am finally okay with it.
Love is stronger than Blood.
It's time I embraced that fact.
Love is stronger than Blood.
It's time I embraced that fact.