I was blessed with a daughter I named Noor. Together, we talked about adoption and being adopted. It was like walking on glass for me, I worry daily about Noor, and watch her closely looking for any sign that tells me we’ve taken the wrong path in discussing her adoption openly. With her head up high, and confident steps she comes to me one day suggesting she tells me an adoption story. And that is what you’re reading now; its her own story with a few additions.