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I drive up through New York state to Montreal, where I pick up my sister, then we go to Maman's in Quebec City. I much prefer driving in QC than in Montreal, when I left on Saturday, it took me a half hour to get from my sister's apartment to the edge of the city. I'm used to suburban driving!

I know that it would be pleasing to my aunts to be able to have at least a child-level conversation with them. They have been so warm and so loving. My Aunt Nicole the story of my birth and subsequent adoption, the first time she saw me, she looked like she was viewing a miracle. It was through her daughter that I made contact with the family, and fortunately, when I got materials (DNA test, non-identifying info given to my adoptive parents, and pictures of me at many stages of my life) to this cousin, she asked her mother about it, and Aunt Nicole said to please pass the information on to my sister. My sister had been told the truth some thirty years earlier by our mother, but was sworn to secrecy as regards her two other siblings. She said that when she received my information, a giant weight was taken off of her shoulders.

They have all welcomed me with open arms, and I want to be able to communicate with them in French as a way of showing my gratitude. I thank all here who have helped!