Today, when I’m asked, I often say that I no longer consider adoption—individual adoptions, or adoption as a practice—in terms of right or wrong. I urge people to go into it with their eyes open, recognizing how complex it truly is; I encourage adopted people to tell their stories, our stories, and let no one else define these experiences for us.
Family lore given to us as children has such hold over us, such staying power. It can form the bedrock of another kind of faith, one to rival any religion, informing our beliefs about ourselves, and our families, and our place in the world.
When you are growing up adopted, people like to tell you how lucky you are. Having learned the truth about my birth family, I couldn't disagree. But it wasn't so simple: there are many different kinds of luck; many different ways to be blessed or cursed.
「你的生父母沒有能力養你，因此做了他們當時能做的最好的決定——他們讓我們領養了你。」
讀嘛讀嘛
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