Thanks Mike, for the songs. And thanks folks for the stories and songs.
When Heather first told me she was adopted and had always felt uneasy about "who she was", I'm sorry to say that I underplayed her concerns. Having worked a year for The Children's Aid Society in Toronto, I saw horror stories, that sometimes made it near impossible to go to the bar that night and sing "happy songs". When you are dealing with kids who have been so badly used by supposed adults, and part of your job involves trying to "re-integrate" these kids into those same families who did the "using", it can literally make you sick to your stomach. I would gladly have sterilized many of these "parents" and that's just not the way I normally think. I guess I was just unqualified to be that close to the situation.

I did a lot of reading in order to try and help Heather through her dilemma, which was a desire to find her "roots" while not wanting to appear "disloyal" to the fine family who raised her. It's been quite an odyssey, and maybe she might tell something about it in the post.
But thanks a lot to the cats who've contributed.
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