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Just a story and I join the others that have said don't bother.
When I was growing up, my mom tried to find out her birth mother's whereabouts. Her birth mother was dead, but she contacted her siblings or half-siblings. They didn't know, but came over, and we visited them once too. It was very weird, and it was quickly evident that there was a difference in cultures. While by no means wealthy, both my parents had advanced degrees, and no one in her birth family had been to college. We just did not have anything in common with any of them, other than talking about the adoption. It hurt my grandparent's feelings, and hurt her biological family's feelings when we did not come for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and other family reunions, and she got no medical information about either of her parents, who died in an accident. I am grateful to my grandparents for providing a good environment for my mom, and it made me really believe in how beneficial to society adoption can be.
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