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It Doesn’t Make You a Mom JULY 23, 2017 I called her when I was 18.  The internet did what it does best, connects. I was lucky that my social worker left me a packet so that I could one day meet her; my birth mom I’ve known my biological siblings for forever and I thank God so much for that. But I wanted to meet her. For six months, I spoke to her; my birth mom. I had picked up the phone one day, hands shaking as the phone  rang and went directly to voicemail. I spoke after the beep: “Hello, I am Mary, your daughter…. I need to tell you that I forgive you and that I love you.” Those were the words I wanted to say for a long time. 16 years to be exact. Few days later we spoke. Many people will say that there is no way that a young children can have feelings of love, when they haven’t met their mommies or too little to remember. It’s a lie. Understand, I was an infant when I met my bio mom. Twenty birthdays have gone by and  I at each birthday, have cried because I knew that i