They would say that my birth parents did not want me. Their unkind words never affected me because I knew it was God’s doing to make me a part of my American family. Little projects in school, such as creating family trees and tracing my lineage, would only spark my curiosity because I wanted to learn of my American parents’ ancestors. My mom would tell me that in Heaven I got lost, boarded the wrong train to Earth, and ended up in Poland; she said God brought me back to where I belong, to make my family whole, and I believe in that with all my heart. Even though I know nothing of my birth family, it is enough for me to know that I have Polish blood running through my veins and a family to call my