I was taken from Mom’s home to the house of a man who walked me in and told me,
“You are not my son. You will never be my son. You made not say you are my son.”
I was 2 and half years old. 1960.
Last year at the man’s 90th birthday, he still the story.
He is out, and my other Mom’s siblings have contacted for better or worse.
So last year in Sept of 2015, I met a younger sister, brother and Mom!
This is for you Mom.
No hard feeling.