When I was little, my mom always told me that I was very special. Not only did I have a mom and a dad who loved me very much, but I also had a mother who gave birth to me, and then placed me for adoption, knowing that she couldn't raise me.

As I grew older, I began to realize just how special I was. Not only was there a woman somewhere who loved me enought to place me for adoption, but she loved me enought to give me life. To her I am eternally grateful, but it is my mom whom I see as a truly amazing woman. She wanted a child, and had the patience to spend years on waiting lists until I came into her life...

My mom tells me I am special...She is the special one. She is my hero.

K.K., MA [Feminists For Life of America]