Cassandra Madison, 35
You have two mummies, a tummy mummy and a mummy that raised you,’ my mum Joan smiled.
I was two and it was Mum’s way of telling me that I was adopted.
After two failed rounds of IVF, Mum had adopted me in June 1988 from the Dominican Republic, in the Caribbean, when I was just six weeks old.
Growing up, I was never short on love. Mum was always so supportive, and encouraged me to search for my biological family when I was ready.
‘They did what they thought was best for you,’ she
