When I was seven, my mother died, leaving my sister Grace, four years old, and me alone. Our father had left years ago and we had no family members who could welcome us, so we ended up in a foster home.View telescopes
No one wanted to adopt us together.
When they adopted Grace, I hugged her tightly.
“Someday I’ll find you,” I promised. Never forget that.
A year later, they also adopted me. My new parents gave me a loving home, but I never stopped missing Grace.
For 45 years, I looked for her. I contacted adoption agencies, hired researchers, and posted messages in internet groups. All the clues ended in dead ends. I was afraid I would have died or believed that I had broken my promise.
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Then, one afternoon, a woman responded to an old publication.Join causes
I know exactly who Grace is. Let’s meet in person.