My mother was my life. Did you see how I said Was? My mother was 56 when she died. That seems old but when you are single and want kids you can do it in several ways. One post an add saying that you want kids and people will come and fuck you till you are so sore you can’t move. Or you could ask to adopt a kid. My mother did the later. She adopted me right after I was born. At the time I had no idea what was happening, but now I know exactly what happened. Guess what? I am happy that she did. The only thing is though, she didn’t last my whole life. In fact she didn’t last half my life. She only lasted ten years of my life. This made me so sad; I was sunk into a seven year depression. I didn’t do anything but wallow in my own sorrow. I was pitiful. Then I came to this school and they helped me gain my balls back. I then started looking for my birth mother and father. I have been looking for a year now and I still haven’t found anything. I am getting sad again. I need help. If you know anything about finding people or anyone who knows how to make me happy again, please let me know. I need someone. I need anyone.