At My 30th Birthday Dinner, My Mom Said I Was Adopted for a Tax Break

paint-stained hands, holding a newborn baby with an expression of such unguarded love that it reached across three decades and landed in my chest like something I had been missing without knowing its shape. On the back of the last photograph, in Grandma Grace’s handwriting: Marcus and Myra, my two greatest loves, 1994.

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