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Some people fight for their sister, standing by them when they go through breast cancer or some other serious illness.
I fought for my sister, just to see her face, to know her name, to have her in my life.
Years before I found her, I knew I had a sister by birth.
I had no idea what she was like, nor her name or anything about her.
But, I knew from non-identifying information from the adoption agency, that she existed.
Like the majority of other adoptees, I was up against a system that doesn't give us the information that is rightfully ours, to make connections with members of our first family.
All I can think of when I ponder this reality is, "How sick is that?"
What kind of a person or system forcibly keeps people from their family?