I am irreparably broken. My adoption was an earthquake that shattered my life. When I was three, the ground beneath me suddenly rocked and heaved me into the air, shards of concrete and glass pummeling my body. When I finally landed on the broken earth, I was another child with a new last name in another family.
The Pain of Reunion: A Transracial Adoptee's Search for Her Birth Mother
Reviewed by For Harriet
on
November 05, 2015
Rating: 5
