Beth's Point of View
As I looked through my adoption file for the hundredth time, I found the photo of my mother and my father, with my Mom holding me while my hand is clamped around my Pa's pinky finger. I felt a stinging feeling in the back of my eyes, and before I knew it I was crying. As much as I loved my parents, they didn't give birth to me, and I needed to know where I came from, and how much of me is from my real parents.
I'm not angry with them for giving me up, I know that they did it to give me a better life. And for that I'm thankful. But this is just something I have to do.
A/N So this is a new story inspired from one I have recently read on here. Please R&R all positive and critical comments welcome – no nasty comments!