My son Art came to see me this weekend and it has been wonderful spending time with him. I feel as if we have known each other all our lives.
I was 13 years old when I became pregnant with him by a relative who was sexually abusing me. He was given up for adoption upon birth. His adoptive family and I had an agreement that when he was of age he would be told that he was adopted, which didn't happen. I searched for him for several years before I finally found him and we have been re-united for a little over three years now. It is a miracle that we have a mother/son relationship. I had never believed in second chances until I found him. All three of my children are so much alike and I am so proud to be their mom. This story began as a bad and awful experience because of the sexual abuse and now it is a story of love, healing and survival.
Another little note of chance. Before I found my son I had already bought my house and I turned one of the bedrooms into a workshop and called it the "Art Room" which is now Art's room.
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