When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

Neither did my donation.

That is the kind of family I wanted.

When people ask who my real mother is, I no longer struggle with the question.

Biologically?

The woman who left me at Saint Thomas Aquinas.

Legally and emotionally?

Florence Miller.

Does that mean biology means nothing?