I am living breathing proof of the bond being broken. The devastation of this tragedy. My story is not of a bunch of students getting together and doing research on mice taken away from their mommy. But a human story about knowing I came from someone wonderful whose actual heart and soul I connected with for a short peiod of time. I know this because I never heard spoken words from her that she loved me but know in my heart that she did. That is why I pined for this all my life. That is why despite any abuse I got from the adopted family I still am able to love and be kind. Because the woman I bonded with was kind and loving. This negativity has helped me realize where I came from. So thanks NewYork. It has made me think about her and how much she really loved me. I will survive and be okay. I just miss her that is my problem.....Love you mom wherever you are. Your daughter Betsy
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