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Twinregistered1

Hey, Bruce. I was initially named after you. I’m a twin. I remember that we used to meet every week as kids. It was a confusing time in the sense that there was no way to know what you were going through. I just saw my [adoptive] mother’s fear and love for me, but it prevented me from thinking too much about how you might have been feeling. You always showed up. You were always kind. I was under the impression that you couldn’t have provided for us adequately even though you wanted to. I think seeing my mom in a state of fear made me want to protect her- I remember this passionately- so I choose not to pursue getting to know you better, or anything like that. Now as a young adult I can’t help but be curious. I asked her about you the other day, and she said it was hard because you were always so nice and you made it hard to hate you. She wanted to, because she didn’t want to give us up and she worried you would take us if you could. That says something about you, and I wonder what kind of things you may have passed on to me without having to be in the picture. I wouldn’t change anything about my childhood, but perhaps when visitations stopped, I wish I would have been more objective. I think you would have tried, and if you had the support network that you needed, perhaps I would have known you better. Matt is doing alright. I can’t remember the name you gave him either. haha I remember thinking it was something silly. Who knows. But I’m pretty sure he’d feel similarly if I told him I was curious and sending out a message. Obviously our adoptive parents had mixed feelings and in the end they didn’t really give me a lot of information about you or our birth mom. They just don’t have the answers. So if you want to meet up at some point, (this goes for Bruce and wonder woman, i can’t remember your name) then maybe we could arrange that. I know it’s been over ten years... didn’t really have an understanding of what was going on at the time, but I guess, now I’m curious. I don’t see any harm. Again, you were always smiling, always friendly. And I can hear Bruce’s laugh when I laugh. We were born in Hudson, New York in 1989 on July 19th at Columbia memorial hospital. We were wards of the state for several years, but were taken into a family at 14 months. We visited with you until we were in grade school. Either 6th or 7th grade. 28 now, how time flies. I have an image of Bruce’s smiley face from bowling and fishing trips but I don’t know if I’d entirely recognize him after all these years. I hope life is treating you well. Peter Zachary