Yolanda
Me (stammering): you....you accept?
Mom: Of course I accept.
I run into her arms and give her a long hug. My joy is indescribable. I give her all kinds of kisses and she pretends not to like them. And I continue even more.
Almost ten minutes where I jump around like popcorn. My mother doesn't say anything. She just stares at me. I feel her happy to see me happy but at the same time I feel this worry, this doubt in her eyes.
So I sit down and take her hands in mine.
Me: First of all, know that you are the best mom I would have wanted to have. If I had to choose my mother it would be you!
Mom (misty-eyed): Are you sure!? You're looking for your biological mother....who knows...you'll suddenly start loving her and hating me....me who loves parties until dawn. Me who may not be
