Unearthing Old Photos Changed My Lifelong Narrative About Who I Am

Now I know why I never felt like I belonged in my family

Me, at 4 years old with one of our many babies. Photo courtesy of Beth Bruno

I was three years old when the parade of babies started. One after the other they came, wrapped in soft white knitted blankets, held aloft by the young social worker for my father to take a picture. Then one day, the same social worker would come back to get…