Caring for rocks

“Guided by the vague sound of my breath, which appeared strangely far away, I fumbled in the dark, letting my fingertips carefully scan the floor. Something flopped around next to me, like a fish out of water, and I reached for it. I placed it in my hand, where it fit. It was my heart. Only then did I realize that the pieces I was searching for were pieces of my own body.”

Adoptee Voices E-Zine August, 2023

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