Where and How My Life Began

At six weeks of of age I was adopted into the most loving and caring home a foster child could want by Loren E. Page (or "Larry" which is what his friends/ family our Dad) and Marcia A. Page (A.K.A "Marcia A. Seelman"). At that time, my foster care "mom" told Larry and Marcia I cried a lot (which was probably true since I wasn't their only foster care child and was probably weening for attention), but this was something they were used to being that they already had a biological son, John F. Page (whom everybody calls "Jack"), whom was born 5 years prior to me and was somewhat sick (from allergies, strept throat, you name it) and crying most of the time anyways. And although my foster mom said I was I was a big crier, whom was obviously a black biracial baby (and in later years we would find I was a black, Irish, and Cherokee Indian child) this was no reason to Larry and Marcia, who were both Caucasians, not to adopt me. Especially since it was my loving brother Jack, whom my parents fondly remember going into to see me at the foster home and smiling/saying, "that's HER!" like it was meant to be all along. God what a blessing you gave to me.