At My 30th Birthday, My Mother Said I Was Adopted for a Tax Benefit — Then I Opened an Envelope

know the truth.”

Across the table, my Aunt Helen half-rose, face pale. “Patricia! Don’t do this.”

Patricia ignored her completely.

“Myra isn’t our biological daughter. She’s adopted. And do you know why?”

Forty pairs of eyes swiveled toward me.

“Tax benefits.” Patricia actually laughed. “The government had this wonderful program back then. Adopt a child,continue reading …