From an adopted point of view, at first it is exciting but actually learning about them, makes you think how good you actually had it. It takes sometime, but from my point of view, I went there every weekend. I should say, that my adopted mother had died before I met the extended family, which consisted of 6 children. I got to meet all the children and their grandchildren, and heard many stories. I was sad that I couldn't meet her, but hearing about her, changed my view. I always thought she would be this woman with open arms, but in reality, never talked about me at all. Only one person knew about me, and she told my oldest sister. She didn't know much, but she was looking for me also.

I was second to the last child, and only person given up for adoption. I was a product of an affair.

I use to love going there and seeing my biological sisters and brothers and nieces and nephews, but I became overwhelmed. If I didn't stay at one sisters house, the other would get mad. I finally stopped going. I can't really say I miss them, but I now know how much love I have from my adopted parents, even though they bought my love, but now we are very close. It was awful for a long time, until I realized how lucky I was. You know the saying, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

I wish Cassie much luck and just don't overwhelm him. Some things are left unsaid, than to say, unless he asks. I wish Dustin much luck, and remember that your adopted parents did the best they could.