Plunge

I have decided after forty-six years and five months to find out who my real family is.

What? I hear my reader ask.

Well I was fostered and then adopted by a very caring family and now that I have a son of my own I came to thinking what it must have been like to give up a child. I am sure that my birth mother will have moved on and maybe even forgotten. Knowing how the birth of a child affects you then I am not so sure.

I want to let her know that I am OK and that she has a lovely grandson. His grandmother died last year so maybe we can get him a new one.

I will put updates in here when I can. I have started a search process and so far I have made some progress and there is even a hint that I have a clue to follow. All very intriguing.