My nephew had been adopted at birth and happily raised on a Midwest farm. But his unknown roots tugged at him. When he launched the search for his biological parents as a young adult, he learned they hadn’t stayed together, and his father had died. His mother? Not a trace of her.
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
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