6 years ago I found her. my biological mom. I remember how I froze when she wrote to me “is this real? Is this my mom? Did my dream come true?”. I was in a bubble the whole day. It felt so surreal when I have found what I’ve been searching for my whole 16 year old life. She was finally there on a screen in front of my eyes. My sister broke that bubble and asked me what was wrong, she know me so good so she could see that invisible bubble. I told her and she cried, that was then I realised that this is pretty emotional.
Six years later. I’m an aunt, and I have now four brothers. I am very proud to be a sister and to have them as my brothers. I have met them many times and I have photos of them on my wall. I don’t know how I should celebrate this day. I just want to appreciate them so much even though they are far away. Nothing can ruin this day, no one can ruin this day. Because I feel so much love for my families. Yes both families for what they have done for me in different ways. I am lucky and I love them very much.
I got a thought. Life is a gift, so it’s better to do something with it instead of cry about the few bad things in life. For some reason I celebrate with Italian music.