Finding Out You Are Adopted

I was eight years old as I stated in my last post when I learned the truth about being adopted. I had such a loving family that at first I was a little confused, but loved Edward and Frances so much that I considered them my parents and still do. The paper I found gave very sketchy details... my birth name which I choose to keep private at this time, the time and date I was born, where I was born, how many hours of labor, the ages of my birth parents, and that their health was excellent at the time of my birth. I remember back then that that little piece of paper was enough for me at the time to hold onto and I didn't need to know anymore at the time. I felt deep in my heart that there must have been a good reason for my birth parents to put me up for adoption and I was so loved that I just hung onto that paper never realizing that I would want to pursue things further when I got older. I wrote Frances a note that day telling her how much I loved her and that I believed she was my mom and nothing would ever change that and I realized I was adopted and I didn't want her to worry because nothing had changed. I still have that note today as a friendly reminder of the day I first realized I was adopted.