I've heard people who have been adopted talk about this hole in their life. It's like they know that they have a biological family out there somewhere and can tell that a part of their life is missing. So many reunion stories have ended with something like, "I knew all along that they were out there, and now I've found them and I feel complete."

I have that feeling. Only I know that it won't ever be fulfilled. I wonder what my life would have been like if Julia hadn't died as a child. I miss my sister.

"There will always be you. There will always be me."