Have you ever played hide and seek and found yourself underneath a bed? Perhaps all of us have been there at some point in time. Laying underneath my adoptive parents bed during a childhood game, I felt a large, cold object. I pulled it out from under the bed into the light. It was a black metal fireproof box. Curious, I opened it.
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Unfolding the parchment-like papers, my eyes fell upon my original name for the first time. I knew I was adopted, but all of this was new information. Adoption and name change papers declared that the child relinquished by an unnamed woman, and given to my adoptive parents, was named Melanie Lynn Alley.
I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I found the box. I just know I was still small enough to fit underneath the bed. I couldn't lift my head but I could squeeze underneath there and hide.
I stared at the papers trying to reconcile that Melanie was Deanna and Deanna was Melanie.