I am a child of my parents. I am a child of my two mothers. I am my father's child. I am a child of a divorced couple. I am a child of a donor. I am a child of my mothers who have always put my happiness above theirs and would do so again at any time. I am a child of my father who is open to all the opportunities that life offers, including the openness in which way my half siblings and I wish to interact with him. I am the child of my mother who can sometimes talk too long when she is enthusiastic. I am a child of my father who is the complete opposite of my mother, a person who is sometimes quieter and seems to prefer to listen rather than talk. The extrovert vs the introvert, together they make up my combined gene package. I am a child of my mothers who taught me what love is. I am a child of my father, the man who is the ''lead detective'' of our family, since I met him I also know that this talent is from his side.
I am the child of three people who did not know each other when they conceived me and when I was born. I am a child of three people whom I have seen meeting for the very first time, and several times later over the years. I am a child in a group of many donor children fathered by my father. I am a child of two power women who know how I feel without asking anything. I am the child of a man who clearly knows what he wants, he does what he wants and seems to live carefree. I wish I could... Although I will forever remain the child, the daughter of my parents, I am no longer ''a child'', because I am ''an adult''. An adult woman who has her own opinion and (complex) feelings about her history and about the life she is living. I am a child of my parents, but also a child of myself. Because the little child I once was sometimes imaginatively sits on my lap, asks me questions about how her life will go. While she also lives carefree, she also has a lot of questions. I protect her from the pain people want to inflict on her. With her feelings, looking to the future every day, she lives on in me. We walk hand in hand. Side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Trying to live on with a smile every day. While it is good to look back in time, sometimes it become to much.
