YOUNG HEARTS…
I CAN’T REMEMBER the exact moment I was adopted. I didn’t sign any paperwork, nor was there ceremony or fanfare. And, because my birth parents are still very much alive, and I actually quite like them, I’m pretty sure it might have broken a handful of laws and could have me disowned one day too.
Over the following week , I listened to and learned from more than 400 collective years of wisdom.
It started as a blatant act of pity; a mercy-adoption,
