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During the Los Angeles fires, I had minutes to pack my emergency bag. I took the few photos I have of my birth mother.
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Grieving, healing, and changing the story I tell myself.
Gloria died 29 years ago tomorrow, one day before my birthday. She couldn’t take one more year of that day. Such is the pain of relinquishing a child, of birthing a human and surrendering it to strangers.