Three years passed fairly quickly; with him almost every month or so calling the CAS asking them if there had been any movement in the search. He received the same answer over and over again, they had found nothing as of yet. We continued to wait and life went on.

Finally, one Friday we had just returned from an outing and saw that there was a message waiting for us. Upon hearing the message, we knew his life had just changed; what we didn’t know if it was for the better or not. The CAS had found his birth mother, still living in the same town she had always lived in; not far from where he grew up. She wanted to see him.

The first step to the meeting was he had to write a letter to her, telling her all about himself; his name, his age and his address. He had trouble writing that letter, because what could you really say to someone you didn’t know. How much do you tell her? He sent that letter off nervous to what response it would bring.

It was about a week or two later the phone rang. He picked it up, not knowing the number on the caller ID. He answered to his birth mother on the line. They hit it off right away; laughing and talking for a good half an hour. I think he was surprised at how quickly they got along and could find things to talk about. They planned a meeting in a nearby city for the following weekend.

Riding the train into the city was both exciting and nerve-racking; he was clutching my hand tightly as we pulled into the station.

We had planned to meet at a shopping mall by a large fountain. We decided to take a bird’s eye view and look down on the fountain to see if we could spot her and her friend first. They seemed to have the same idea, as they appeared above us on the next floor. I recognized her right away; she’s the spitting image of him.

When we finally met, she came and immediately hugged him, long and hard. Then turned and hugged me. It was a moment he had been waiting a long time to have. We had a great day, walking and talking well into the night. We quickly made plans to get together again soon.

Since that day, he has met his sister and her family; discovered he has a younger sister, whom he hasn’t met yet and has learned more about his birth family. It’s been 3 years now since we found them and it wasn’t hard to blend like a family.

Even his adoptive parents have met his birth family and they get along wonderfully. What started out as something he thought of as being one of the worst things you could find out about your life; turned into having 2 families who love and care about him. Who want to see him whenever they can get a chance. This is one story that has not a happy ending, but a happy beginning.