1994

I had finally got a call from a Social Worker. I994, nearly 30 years after my birth, he had found my adoption records.

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I was actually going to see something that was really mine. I was going to be able to touch something that mu mum had touched. I was going to know myself.
Three weeks later, in a busy Social Services office, I was handed my file. It contained 2 dog eared questionnaires sheets,a yellow form and a piece of scrap paper.