Fourteen years ago today, I was 22, living with my parents in a trailer park in Puyallup, WA, working at Jack in the Box, mid-way through massage school, and about to give birth. It was a girl. For about a year after, the adoption agency set me updates. Then I just kept moving and didn't keep in touch with them. I'm sure they have a huge file on a girl who looks just like me with dark hair. Part of me wants to find out. Part of me has always wanted to 'make something of myself' first.
Every year is one year closer to when she can legally come looking for me. I hope she likes what she sees. I hope she understands my decision. I hope she has a good, happy life. I have so many hopes for the one I trusted others to raise.
It also happens to be Elvis's birthday. Thank you. Thankyouverymuch.
