That little boy is my son, Bobby, who was placed with Don (my late ex-husband) and me. His sister was placed with another family because therapists determined it would be in their best interest to be separated, based on a variety of circumstances. Through a coordinated effort with his sister's new parents (in Connecticut) though, we made sure they maintained contact through phone calls, letters and summer visits.
|Don, Bobby and me|
at his high school graduation.
|With his new brothers, who were adopted|
at birth by Don and his first wife.