my best life 07.03.17.245A

When the time came for the delivery, my mother, Diana
was rushed to the hospital under an agreement with social
services that she would give me up for adoption. She
already had a son, Thomas, and could not afford to feed
another child.
During the birth, she reluctantly was put under anesthesia
with the condition that when I was born I would
immediately be taken by a social worker and would be
enrolled into foster care.
When Diana awoke from the anesthesia, I was gone. She
too, was alone in her hospital room sobbing after the loss
of her child.
She regretted her decision and tried to rescind the
agreement with social services, but it was too late. I was
already enrolled in foster care and they wouldn’t reveal
my location.
The next month, my mother, Diana, tried to take her own
life by swallowing a bottle of pills.
She was unsuccessful.
By October of 1966, I had been in foster care for a little
more than a year.
Robert and Dolores had applied for
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