Anyhow, I was adopted when I was a baby and I didn't know who my biological mom was until I was 18.
I knew her all my life as my sister, and her two boys were my nephews.
Her two boys were adopted out years and years ago when she got into trouble, and we figured we would never see either one of them again. After I found out they were my brothers, I really wanted to find them again, [I ALWAYS wanted to find them again, but this made the desire even more] but had no way of doing that... no last names... nothing to go on. I figured I would never see them again.
UNTIL. The other day.
One of them showed up at my moms house LOOKING for my sister! He did lots of research and low and behold, he found her! He then went over to my sisters house, and she called me.
There were lots of tears, lots of shock, but mostly... a lot of happiness. He is going to be living in Mesa now, going to ASU. I am so happy to be a big sister.
