No words can explain my joy of seeing humans who had similar features as myself. I could see, hear and touch others who shared my bloodline. We compared eyes, noses, hair, and the way we talked with our hands. My birth family had brought a welcome cake especially for me. We exchanged stories of graduations, victories, and tribulations. We shared family photos and memories. I accepted the fact my birthmother had died, and the hole in my soul was filled in knowing my bloodroots.
More than a third of my life had already passed. I earned a degree, married, divorced, and began my own business. After believing I was an only child for the past 36 years I learned I was the middle-born of five siblings. The only problem was one sister was missing- Deborah Kay. She was born December 6, 1955 in Indianapolis. My birth family said she disappeared. Everyone had interrogated my birthmother. Did a social worker take her? Did a babysitter steal her? Did her ex husband kidnap her? Betty could never give a plausible explanation.
No police report was ever filed.
As a small infant, Deborah Kay vanished from the face of the Earth.
I didn’t want to ruin the party. I didn’t want to spoil everyone’s newfound joy. We were having such a good time! Should I have left well enough alone? Should I not dig up the past? Did something horrible happen?
Don’t worry, Deborah Kay. I have a lot of friends who are willing to help me. If you are still out there, we are going to find you.
Please share this. This is the last picture I was told was taken of Deborah Kay sitting on my birthmother’s lap. More details are on my blog or in my new book, “Moon Over Mountains- the Search for Mom” on Amazon. For an autographed copy go to whymomdeservesadiamond.com/books.html.
If you have any leads please contact me. Thank you.