I could not imagine that I would face such a great ordeal in my old age. My children, whom I mourned all my life, turned out to be not dead, by sold for adoption.
All day long, I go back in time and review every minute and second of my labor, and how the next day I was told that my twin babies died.
And today, in my imagination, I have that day when I hug my boys, hug them tight and tell them:
- I did not give them up for adoption. I am their mother and always will be.
Every day I am waiting for them at dawn and dusk.
Don't let me down, my brave boys. I am waiting for you.
I don't want anything from you. I don't have financial problems and I don't want your help.
I'm just waiting to hug you.
Your dear and tired mother.
I love you both!