My two FAMILIES
Like every other adopted person, I have always struggled with my identity, wondering whether I was a product of nature or nurture? Would I have been a completely different person had I been raised by my birth parents? I loved my adoptive parents dearly, but was nothing like them.
As a child I’d happily absorbed the classic adoption story they told my brother and me – that we had been chosen from a room full of babies because we were special in some way. It was only later in life that I came to realise they were offered a baby girl, followed swiftly by a boy, with
