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The final story I'd like to share with the people that have made it this far is the final confirmation of the adoption.  The way it happened was that my mother was on her way with me, Esperanza, Estevan, and herself to Oklahoma in order to drop of Estevan and Esperanza where they would blend in more, don't forget they are illegals.  Cherokee nation.  As we were getting there, we encountered a small problem. A routine immigration check in New Mexico was a close call.  Luckily, Estevan quickly thought up that I was his and Esperanza's daughter and we passed through.  We made it to the adoption center, Esperanza gave me her St. Christopher medallion, and we parted ways for good.  That is my life's story.

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Next, I'd like to share the story of how my Real name was discovered.
As my mother and her friend Lou Ann were talking, one of them said the name April.  Naturally, hearing my name, I looked up.  As they noticed, they repeated the name April, at least 1,000 times, until they were absolutely sure.  It wasn't that interesting but I felt it needed sharing. 

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Another memorable time in my life was meeting Estevan and Esperanza, two illegal immegrants from Guatemala.  They say that they had a daughter that looked exactly like me.  Awkward.  But now they say she is in a better place.  Not dead, but with a better family.  Turns out that they arn't only illegal immegrants, but they are also wanted fugitives in Guatemala... I kinda feel bad for them.

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Moving on, there were many more good times that my mother and I had.  For instance, my mother, while looking for housing, met a woman named Lou Ann Ruiz.  She had a son Dwayne Ray Ruiz (now a good friend of mine).  But as I vaguely remember it, we met a couple of other women named Edna Poppy and Virgie Parsons.  But that was after we met a couple of other people named Estevan and Esperanza

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One of the darker stories my mother told me (she told me alot of things about my past) is about one time our friend, who happens to be blind, took me to the park.

I am still unclear about what happened but from what I have pieced together, It started with a rain storm.  It was downpouring where were.  I'm talking absolute downpour.  At least a couple of inches.  But as soon as it started, it was over.  So Mrs. Poppy decided that it would be best if we went out for a walk.  I am still unclear about what happened on that day but what happened, happened.  That was the past.  But Mrs. Poppy saved me. 

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The next chapter I will tell you about is about a kind woman that I met named Mattie.  I was still too young to understand what was going on but my mother says that Mattie was a very kindhearted woman, she says she gave us new tires and snacks for helping her do work at her auto shop "Jesus is Lord Tires".  A very good exchange for us considering work for Mattie was decent because she was very social and easy to work with.  In fact, she helped my mother overcome her fear of tires. lol

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One of the many stories that I have heard is how I came into her care, here is a taste:

One night, my mother's car broke down in Oklahoma, Cherokee Nation.  She entered a bar/gas station and proceded to get her car fixed and a bite to eat.  As she started up her car to leave, a woman (my aunt) brought a bundle up to her car window (me) and prompted her to take it.  Up to today, I still don't know why my aunt gave me away but I am grateful she did, otherwise I probably wouldn't have had such an amazing life that I do.  But that is how I came into Taylor's care.

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Hi,
My name is April Greer (Turtle),
I have had quite the interesting life and I would like to share it with y'all.  I have vague memories of my past but my adoptive mother has told me some of the more interesting stories of my life.