Missing Pieces of My Forever-Heart by Janet Grosshandler Page A

can’t get rid of me that easily, Cath.  Send them back to college fast.  I’ll be back later. We have too much to catch up on. Love you!”
     
    Oh no! He said the L word!  That’s the way we used to end our nightly phone calls all during high school.  What was he thinking?
     
    “That’s the stupid, embarrassing thing I wanted to say to you in bed this morning.”  He grinned as he walked out the door.
     
    Marymotherofbabyjesus, this is too much, too fast!  But that was also Jame as I remembered him.  He knew his mind, and wasn’t afraid to speak it.
     
    Me, on the other hand, didn’t have time to process what just happened here with Jame because I had two super curious daughters waiting for me in the kitchen. I went in to face the Inquisition.

Chapter 28
     
    Curiosity got the best of me. Jame said he signed up on a lot of online birth parent/adoption search websites.  So after the girls asked their million questions, we had a nice lunch at one of our favorite restaurants, and they headed back to their respective colleges that were only 20 minutes apart. I sat down at my computer and dared to hope.
     
    The first one had all these feedback stories of adopted children finding their birth parents in 24 hours.  Another boy found his family and he was a twin.  A mother crying in her words as she thanked the site for reuniting her with a daughter given up 40 years ago.  It went on and on. 
     
    Was this for real? Could it have been that easy? It seemed unbelievable.  And did I want to go through all this hope only to be disappointed in never finding him?  Or what if I found him and he hated me?  My fears were climbing out of control.
     
    And then there were my daughters.  I had to consider them in this situation.  What would they think of me?  What would they think of Jame if they found out what he had done years ago?  They said they liked what they saw of him today, but they don’t know him.
     
    Hell, I don’t really know him.  We had a crazy conversation and then fell into bed.  Maybe he will hate who I am in my 40’s.  Maybe I’ll hate him and his quirks and habits.  Arrrg! Too much on my mind. Brain overload!
     
    I read over the site information again.  FREE REGISTRATION!  Then what? TAKE 5 MINUTES TO FILL OUT YOUR PROFILE.  I sat there for a long time debating myself.  Then I gave in and started filling in my profile.
     
    Who are you searching for?  My child
     
    Indicate the gender of the adopted person.  Male
     
    What is the birth year of the adopted person? 1985
     
    What is the birth month of the adopted person? January
     
    What state did the adoption take place in?  Florida
     
    When did the adoption take place? Very soon after birth
     
    Have you had contact? No
     
    Are you the adopted person? No
     
    Then all I had to do was created a user account and that was it.  It most likely would go nowhere but I took the step.  This was me declaring I wanted to find my son, no matter what.  Gulp! I hoped I was doing the right thing.
     
    I went on another site.  This one had a lifetime fee of $40.  OK, maybe not a waste of money.  This one asked for more information like adopted person’s name (I had that from the newspaper articles), the name and address of the hospital, birth mother’s and birth father’s information. And even the agency information.  No wonder Jame was so frustrated.  He didn’t know anything.
     
    OK here goes nothing.  This one was a national registry so maybe more people were on it.  Of course Michael might never do this.  He may have no interest at all in looking for us or meeting us.  Sigh.  I filled this one out too.
     
    The doorbell rang twice late that afternoon.  He still even rings the doorbell the same. Yikes! I am having these déjà vu episodes that I don’t know if I am in 2011 or the 1980’s.  
     
    “So your girls liked me, didn’t they?”  Jame said as soon as I opened the door.
     
    “Yes, they did,” I