An adoptee speaks: listen.
I have two birthdays.
One birthday is the day/ anniversary of the day on which I was born.
The other birthday is the one which appears on my birth certificate but has nothing to do with my birth. Originally it was an ordinary day which had abosolutely nothing to do with me, but an adoption agency’s workers attributed it to me as my birthday as they invented a family background story in order to make me more adoptable/sellable and to prevent my family from finding me.
A birthday is a birthday. One can be born only once in his/her lifetime. There should be no need of adding a modifier with a birthday. But the land of adoption is a land apart where the language is tweaked and moral values are twisted [link], so I have to use a modifier to distinguish between the two birthdays. The day/anniversary of…
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