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who I truly am

Adopted Name

My adopive name narrative begins with me being named by my adoptive grandmother; the only grandparent I ever knew and . . . loved, very much. She asked me questions and listened to my answers. She let me be me, without telling me how to behave. The story goes, that she wanted a daughter, but had two sons. She had always liked my name, so she was 'allowed' to name me. The strange part is that she wanted to call me a nickname that her son, my adoptive dad didn't like, so my nickname was what he chose. Grandma didn't like that other chosen nickname for me, mostly because she had a difficult time saying it with her dentures. Instead of the 'i' sound, she said my name with an 'e' sound.

Birth name

What I've discovered is that my birth name is a family name too. Ironically, it's also a family name in my adoptive dad's family. My birth middle name comes from someone who my first mother adored and was a friend of her family, according to a cousin. Like most original adoptee birth certificates, mine has no 'father's' name listed. Only an "unknown" designation. I was told by several of my first mother's siblings that my father was a particular gentleman the whole family knew, but with the help of an adoptee search angel, I found out that man could not be found in any of her databases. Several months later, AncestryDNA, connected me to a half sister, sharing the same DNA from our birth father. We both were then connected to another woman, who turned out to be our first father's sister. Aunt Sharon.

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