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Running Together

Meeting My Daughter's Birth Mother

My daughter and her birth mother, walking hand in hand in Lithuania.
A Lithuanian highway was taking us into the unknown. Through the car window I watched the moving landscape: the lakes, birch trees, meadows of yellow rapeseed flowers, and rows of stately Queen Anne's lace. My husband David, my 20-year-old daughter Masha and I had been preparing for this drive to meet my daughter's birth mother for a long time. Now all of my daughter's questions: What does she look like? What will she say? Did she have more children? Can she tell me who my father is? Why did she let me go? -- would have answers. At least that was the hope, and in some ways, the fear. The unknown, after all, is unpredictable.  Read More 
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