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"Elizabeth you're adopted" those three words stick in my head as I processed what my mom just said I was not their blood I had no traits of there's, they weren't always the best to me but I saw then as my parents I thought I was their daughter. My mind went into overdrive I had to manage to say something because my 'parents ' looked at me worriedly for the first time in year's they looked concerned for me their faces examining my face to find out what I was thinking, feeling, I felt numb all of sudden not knowing what to say, do, think how are you supposed to react after that. I finally spoke feeling like my mind had settled on this fact, " Have you ever found out we put me on that road that night?" It pained me to ask because the thought of someone not even taking me to an orphanage,