Being adopted when I was just a baby brings to light a lot of mysteries about love and God. I never really struggled with who my mother and father were because the unconditional love was there and I felt it. In the search for my true inner self, I began thinking I needed to find out where and who I came from. That didn’t lead me to anything. My greatest epiphany came when I finally realized the search for my family was always with me, not just my own family who raised me, but my Holy Family who is my ultimate family. My search was over, I had come home. My Holy Father and Mother are the ones who are always there for me and love me unconditionally in my darkest moments and my greatest triumphs. I would not be who I am today without my parents but I have grown to embrace and rest in my true Mother and Father’s love every day.