When I was about three and a half years old, I was adopted from Athens, Greece. I went from an orphan to having parents, siblings and a large extended family. I have no memory of my time in Greece, so for me, it is as if I have always been a part of the good ol’ Red, White, & Blue. But every once in a while, something will come up that will remind me that I indeed do not share any genetics with the rest of my family.
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