This is the continuation of the diary posted yesterday, 3/21/05, "One Adopted Daughter's view of Adoption Part I"
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It was November of 1945. My 9 year old brother and my 5 year old self were in a foster family in Salt Lake City, waiting and hoping to be adopted. We had met our prospective parents and spent whole days with them very regularly. They were nice people but they were different from "other mother" as I used to call her. You know I was on constant watch and guarding my every action and behavior to the best of my ability.
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