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After dinner, I know I'll be left alone with my thoughts. I mean, anyone in my shoes would be flustered, right?

My life feels like a badly scripted soap opera, twists, betrayals, secrets... It's like I'm constantly flipping pages of a life I didn't sign up for.

Who are my biological parents?

That question keeps hitting the walls of my brain like a ping-pong ball. I've grown up in an orphanage, passed from one foster home to another until I got adopted... survived things I don't talk about out loud. I've endured more than most people could stomach in one lifetime.

Raped.

Yeah. That word. Heavy and ugly.

My...