My daughter and I are a lot alike. She’s a Type-A personality. She smiles easily and loves to laugh. She’s highly social. She enjoys moving her body. She loves to learn. She has long, dark-brown hair and brown eyes.
But my husband and I are Caucasian, and our daughter is Chinese-American. And my daughter wasn’t born from my body. She has a birth mother, somewhere. How we came together and how much we are alike, even from the beginning, before nurture could get in the way, is just miraculous. Unforeseen circumstances and critical people almost prevented it from happening. Why? No felonious past, no abusive present. Plenty of love and resources to bestow. Then why? Because I had been diagnosed with cancer.