Today is your birthday. I believe every mother remembers the birth day of her child on their special day. It does not matter how many years go by. Wasn't it only yesterday I held your tiny body in my arms and welcomed you into this world?
You looked at me. No, you stared. In fact, you stared so long I was concerned. Aren't newborns supposed to sleep more? But, you just looked at me, for hours. You were three days old. Although the adoption seemed to take forever, nine months after we applied, we got the call.
"You have a son. He is perfect. You can pick him up in three days."
There were no words to describe the impact those words had on me. I was now a mother. Your mother. No child was ever loved more.
And no mother could possibly grieve more. Just after your 31st birthday two years ago, you left us. You walked away. You tossed our love away. You broke our hearts. I thought I would die. If we knew how to fix it, we would. Only God knows. I will never.......ever.....give up hope. We long for the day of your return. This mother needs to feel her arms around her son, to hold him again.
Happy Birthday, dear son. We love you. We have always loved you. We will love you forever.
In the past two years many women have shared this same scenario with me. We need each other. Do you know anyone who has lived this nightmare?
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