For 30 Years, My Father Made Me Believe I Was Adopted, And I Was Sh0cked To Discover Why I always knew I was adopted—at least, that’s what my dad told me when I was three. My adoptive mom passed away just six months later, and I don’t really remember her—just her warm smile in the few photos we had. After that, it was just me and Dad. Over the years, small cracks appeared. When I was six and cried because I couldn’t tie my shoes, he muttered, “Maybe you got that stubbornness from your real paren