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August 3, 2008
My mother was an only child, adopted by my grandparents when she was two or three years old. They went to the orphanage, where she had been abandoned as a baby, and looked at the children, as one would look at the puppies in the pound. My mother was bending over, peeking between her knees and laughing. My grandparents fell for her on the spot. She always knew she was adopted, and it never bothered her. Her parents told her, “We chose you out of all the children in all the world. Other parents have to take what they get.”