Tia
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When I was 5 my little brother was born, my dad took me to the hospital to see my bio (the term I use whenever I have to reference my biological mother) and my new baby brother. So being a typical small child I asked where babies came from to which I was told that there was a big window where you went and looked at all the babies and then you picked one out. So when they took me down the hall to the nursey window and pointed out my brother I was still in awe and looking at all of them, I decided I didn't want him and ask them to change their minds and trade him for the little African American one instead. Needless to say they came home with my brother and I wouldn't go near any of them for almost 2 weeks because they didn't trade. And for the next 2 years whenever anyone we knew was expecting a baby I'd always ask if I could go pick theirs out.