I donat know who my father is. He may have been German, Russian, American, or any other nationalitya]only Viktoria knows. Thanksgiving Day, 1989, became a day that changed my life forever. At age forty-two, I was given my adoption papers. What secrets would it hold? It wasnat until I read my motheras nameaViktoriaathat I ever even knew her name. It is spelled with a k, not a c. I felt an immediate love. It was as if her arms were somehow wrapped around me as I sat spellbound, my eyes fixed upon her name. It was then that I ...
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I donat know who my father is. He may have been German, Russian, American, or any other nationalitya]only Viktoria knows. Thanksgiving Day, 1989, became a day that changed my life forever. At age forty-two, I was given my adoption papers. What secrets would it hold? It wasnat until I read my motheras nameaViktoriaathat I ever even knew her name. It is spelled with a k, not a c. I felt an immediate love. It was as if her arms were somehow wrapped around me as I sat spellbound, my eyes fixed upon her name. It was then that I knew I had to find Viktoria. As I began my search, I knew it would be short-lived as I read the words, aShe wishes no contact.a My God, why, how could she do this to me? Was I about to open a Pandoraas box?
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