My fellow Ohio adoptee friend posted this on Facebook and it really got me thinking. I look a lot like my adoptive mother and I never really felt any of this when I was growing up. It did not really hit me until I saw the first picture of my biological mother. It felt like I was looking into a mirror when I saw that picture. It all hit me then. I look almost identical to a woman I will never meet and know. That loss hit me. I never thought there was something “wrong” with me but I did feel like I lost my place in the world for a awhile. That feeling faded after I connected with my biological Aunt Jill, my half sister, and my maternal cousins. I think it faded even more after I connected with my biological father, half-brothers, and paternal cousins. It still hurts to know that I’ll never really know her though.