LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE HER BIRTH PARENTS INFO.
Emma nodded slowly. It hadn't seemed like an issue so many years ago. They weren't old enough to realize the difference between hospital pictures and 'coming home' pictures. Alfie, of course, had been snapped about a million times post birth. He was, after all, their miracle child. It was only natural that he'd have a whole album dedicated to his birth. "I guess you wouldn't believe me if I said we weren't as interested in photography back then?" She raised her eye brows hopefully, and then dropped her gaze to the desk. She needed to be honest-- or as honest as one could be in her situation.
"I'm not sure why so many children on the island are adopted, or how you even know that. Perhaps it's something in the water here?" She laughed, then shook her head. "Kidding, obviously. Like I said, I have no idea. It seems more prevalent here, though, certainly. I've had a few friends choose to tell their children outright. The Bakers, for example. And the Parkers. But I didn't feel this was necessary for our family. Just because I didn't give birth to you doesn't make you any less mine, you understand?" She put a hand to her temple. Thinking on the spot was not always easy. And she'd be lying if she said she'd ever thought this day would come.
"Your birth parents? I've met your mother briefly. I'm not sure where she is now. Hopefully she finished up high school and went to college."