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Brian was quite comfortable with the knowledge of his adoption. We’d always spoken of it freely in our home. Even before he knew what the word meant, he understood how special an adopted child was and how wanted he had been.

Many times he would catch people off-guard with his casual approach to the subject. Like the time when my parents asked my aunt and uncle and us to dinner. Brian was three years old. We were sitting in the family room when all of a sudden Brian walked over to my aunt. Standing directly in front of her, he put his little hands upon his hips and announced as bold as could be, “I’m adopted!”

My aunt stared at him. She was shocked, not expecting this to come out of his mouth. Not sure how to react.

“Yes, I know,” she finally answered.

It was a bit startling for all of us, but Brian just stood there with a big grin on his face.