Possibility

I was thinking about a picture I have of me from when I was a baby - about two months old. A nun is holding me somewhere inside the Orphanage I called home for the first two months of life - it is a place in Brooklyn called Angel Guardian Home. The place is no longer open and hasn't housed children in years, although they did facilitate adoptions up until this year. Several time over the years when my husband and I discussed me being adopted and how strongly he feels I should find my biological parents, I often told him how the person I really wanted to meet was the nun in that picture. I am not sure why. Naturally I am different from my adopted family, which I guess is expected in some ways, but I am radically different. I never really fit in and once I was old enough and started making my own decisions it seemed as though those decisions involved my adopted family less and less. Of course, my immediate family, my Mother and Father are involved in every aspect of my life, but as far as Aunts, Uncles, cousins, other, I see/speak to them them once or twice a year. No love loss there. My husband and I have come up with a theory. My first life bonding experience was with that nun who happened to be brown skinned, as is my husband. This then explains why even though I was raised in an all white neighborhood and family, I have soul. It is my opinion that very few white people have soul. There are exceptions of course - i.e., John Travolta. In any event, my husband is sure and I believe him, that the nun fed me food, sang me songs, danced with me in her arms and talked to me as she would have to her own child if she had one. This is the only explanation my husband and I could come up with as for my desire for hot sauce on everything, my tatse in music, my dating history, my penchant for Terry McMillan books and my smooth moves on the dance floor. It makes sense to me. I learned the other day from my Mother that the priest who runs the parish she belongs to has monthly contact with the nuns from Angel Guardian Home. She knows of my desire to meet that nun and she is going to try to hook me up. Who knows, maybe it will happen. Stay tuned to find out.