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I look down through my tears at a trail of tears leading to a photo. My sorrow draws a line from the photo towards the one taped above it. I hear the words again that have impacted me so, that have made me want to flee.

He says that this photo above yours is a picture of your biological sister. Apparently your mother left both of you on a street in front of a police station. After the officers brought you here your mother had a change of heart and came to retrieve only your sister. I am sorry you had to find out this way.”

They are words that will replay over and over in my mind as long as I have a mind to play memories in. My Korean translator was as kind as you can be while shattering the only world a person has ever known. I was eighteen years old and about to go off to college after the summer was over, and what was supposed to be a fun vacation touring my motherland had just transformed into a horrible nightmare I couldn’t wake from. I felt like everything I had known about myself had suddenly been erased as these strangers began to tell me about myself.

As an adoptee you often find your life is held between the sleeves of a manila folder. As long as you know what that folder contains your life is less of a mystery and is instead simply difficult… as life is for everyone. It is when missing pieces of a puzzle you never knew were missing pieces begin to show up that you find your course in life is altered. I thought I knew everything there was to know about myself and my life because I had read that folder and knew what it said. I never imagined how much a single sentence could mean to me.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man

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Notes

She left on a bad note. Actually a few notes after that.

And between us sat a side note, or was it a note that was sad.

I missed her on a high note. And many notes after that.

She leaves me without a note. Just the impression where one sat.

-Opinionated Man

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@smokendust

Guardian Angel

I once saw a guardian angel. She was pushing a cart down the street with everything she owned in it. Her head was down and long was her hair.

I walked up to her and asked where she was going. Why was her view only on the ground below.

She said she had no job to do. No one believed or cared anymore.

She let her head and hair fall to the floor because she was being ignored. And so she was walking as I had found her, until she was needed once more.

I watched as she walked away and felt no dismay.

Before me a guardian angel shone onto the floor and struggled to not be ignored.

-Opinionated Man

J.C.C.

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Sorry but I don’t

Sorry but I don’t meet people in person. I don’t do private messaging because I am married and my wife would beat me with a spoon. Not a solid spoon either, one of those spoons with holes in it so it goes whooooooshhhh before it hits you.

I don’t email privately unless it is blog related. I also rarely share much about my family… other than obviously my wife may or may not hit me with a wooden spoon if she caught me privately messaging any of you…

-Opinionated Man

Jason Cushman

@smokendust