I had been adopted when I was two years old, by parents who never seemed to show any love for each other. When I was five my mom left Dad in Costa Rica and took my younger brother and me to live with her sister in Dunn, NC. After first grade, I don't know what happened, but we all moved back to Costa Rica. Four years later, Mom took my brother and left again.
I always felt closer to Dad, and my brother was closer to Mom. I enjoyed just hanging out with Dad, especially when I got to go to work with him. But when I was visiting my mom and brother a year after they left, she somehow talked me into saying that I would stay with her in North Carolina. I remember regretting my decision right aw