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The NYT did themselves proud by allowing this sixteen year old young man to tell his story of adoption, rebellion and love without editorial correction.

I’d bet there are many young people his age who have many of the same feelings…I think I did and know my own children did.

I hope you enjoy reading his story.

Maybe not all adoptive parents are great, but mine are — pretty much. More than anything else, I love to play music and my parents support me in that all the way. I have an older brother and sister. My mom calls them “home-mades” because she and my dad are their birth parents. I am the “gourmet take-out,” in her words. When people ask if she is my “real mother,” she asks, “What do I look like, a hologram?” I just don’t like it when my parents make me study and I get grounded for not doing what I am supposed to. But I guess that’s what parents who care do. Anyhow, that’s what they tell me.

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