Kit

I'm going to start by addressing one of those questions that EVERYONE always asks when I tell them I'm adopted - and I'm always completely open about being adopted. To be fair, as soon as you meet the rest of my family, it's completely obvious as I have a different complexion and don't look like them. It's not something I'm ashamed or embarrassed by, although I do sometimes feel like a walking plot device in an American drama show (insta-backstory, character is either adopted or a functional alcoholic!)

I've known I was adopted since I was maybe 8 or 9. I remember asking why I (and my younger brother) didn't look like my sister or them. I'm strawberry blonde, freckled and pale skinned, my brother is mixed race and our parents are Caucasian, tanned and brunette.

They told me straight out that I was adopted and that my brother is too. I was adopted when I was maybe 3 or 4 months old. My parents are the only parents I've ever known - and the only family I want. They named me. My name is legally the name they gave me. They raised me. They didn't treat Jason or I any differently than their biological daughter. I love them, I love my siblings.

I have no interest in meeting my birth parents, I don't know anything about them. the only thing I know is that they didn't want me. Yes, I know there are a multitude of very valid reasons people give their children up for adoption. I understand that. I also don't care what their reasons were.

I may not have my parents DNA runnng through me, but I have something far more important. Their love.