HOW HAD I SURVIVED?

Hearing a knock on the front door, I leapt to my feet, legs shaking with nerves. ‘This is it,’ I thought. It was March 2009 and, aged 21, I was about to meet my birth mum for the first time. I’d been adopted at two months old, and while I adored my wonderful parents Barbara, then 51, and Warren, 55, I’d always been curious about my birth mum. ‘I just want to know how I came to be here,’ I’d told them when I was 18. They were so understanding and it