If it were anybody but me, I would know what to do. And so I figure the best way to figure out this thing is to write it from someone else’s perspective. In this case…Brint.
Brint Michael Young was the name given me by my birth mom. Brint is my current middle name and the middle of name of my adopted father.
54 years ago Brint was born to Ruby Young in Kansas City, Missouri but immediately given up for adoption. Charles Brint James and Evelyn James took him as a foster child. Once the originally intended adopted family backed out, Charles and Evelyn adopted Brint into a family of 4 older girls. No money, just somehow knew it was meant to be.
Fast forward and about 5 years ago I was contacted by the adoption agency as they said they would now be allowed to introduce me to my birth mother. I wrote her a letter, didn’t really want to meet her, just wanted to say thank you and let her know I was ok. She denied she had had a son so they contacted my brother, Brett. Brett asked mom and reported to the agency, you’ve got the wrong family.
Shortly thereafter Brett and Ruby were at a family picnic with a lot of friends and he says to a long time family friend, a woman, you’ll never believe this story that happened this year. He begins to tell the story to this woman and she stops him mid-way and says, “Brett, it’s all true…and my dad’s the father”
This is the story of Brint…
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