They are the inspiration to reach great heights and our comfort when we occasionally falter.” — Brad Henry “Mom, do you ever wonder about your biological parents?” Faith’s question struck me as surreal, referring to something I’d buried deep, deep inside me. It had remained submerged through the years, except for brief guilt-ridden moments during a movie about happy or tragic reunions, years later, between adopted children and their biological parents. Her curiosity surfaced today during one of our together times on the shady front porch. They were coming more frequently in recent days. I enjoyed them. And so did Faith. Her rarely exposed sweet side struck beautiful chords in my heart. But this taboo subject jerked something loose inside me, a clamoring, jangling alarm. I surreptitiously sucked in a deep, settling breath. I didn’t want Faith to know how insecure I felt. How badly I wanted to be — normal. Whatever that was. “Uh, sure. At times. But not overly so.
