When I found out my father had been adopted, I was curious to know more about his side of the family. Nothing could have prepared me for what I would discover … When I found out my father had been adopted, I was curious to know more about his side of the family. Nothing could have prepared me for what I would discover … A bove my grandma’s bed hung a framed black‑and-white photograph of my dad. As a small child I quietly admired it; his luminous eyes, dark hair and gentle smile. He embodied a

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