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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