Every Adoptee Deserves Their Original Birth Certificate.

How mine changed my life.

It’s 1996, I’m 27, and my soon-to-be mother-in-law requests the time and place of my birth to have my astrological chart done. Sun sign, rising sign, are you good enough for my son sign. She is a stunning Brit with fiery red hair and an upper crust accent that sends my shoulders back and my spine straight. I am desperate to please her.