Where Am I Going?

Attachment-1Like the upstairs attic of childhood, I used the downstairs for dreaming also.  I thought about my past, my birthmother, and my origins.  I never looked like anybody.  I never felt connected to anybody.  Yet, I never felt completely alone.  Maybe that was because Mom told me God was always with me.  I wondered what it would be like to know my birthmother, and to be able to see a reflection of myself.  Where did I come from?  Where am I going?  What is my purpose?

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