My birth mother was unwed, and as a result I was put up for adoption and was adopted at the age of 3 months by a couple who had already adopted a daughter 3 years earlier, having no children of their own. My adoptive mother was about 40 years old at this time, although she was very secretive about her actual age right to the end of her life. My adoptive father had wanted a son, but my mother wasn’t sure how she would manage a boy so they decided upon a girl instead. When my sister was born, the adoptive parents were allowed to visit the nursery and choose a baby, but 3 years later the rules had changed and you were able to choose the sex but the child was unseen until arrival, and the adoptive mother had six months, during which time she could change her mind. This must have been a terrible torment for adoptive parents. I was a plain, chubby baby with straight blondish brown hair, and blue eyes. My new sister, on the other hand, had auburn wavy hair, beautiful long eyelashes and a sweet girlish look about her. We were very different children from the very beginning!
I was a Tom baby...that's a tomboy before you're even a child! My appearance was not feminine really and, as I grew, I didn't really care if I was a mess or not! Whereas my sister was always well dressed and neat and tidy. As a baby I could have been mistaken for a boy but my sister would never have that problem! You get the picture!
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