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How the Bigfoot legend helped me reconcile unanswered questions about my adoption

My dad got up early on Saturdays, pressing my feet into tiny rain boots, throwing wool mittens and Ziploc bags of peanuts into his knapsack. Across the street, the woods were calling. Into the forest we’d slip, leaving behind the ranchers on our cul-de-sac, rusted kids’ bikes lying on the wet pavement. On Vancouver Island it’s always either raining or has just finished.

I desperately wanted Bigfoot to be real, despite the tinge of fear I felt every time we walked in the woods.

Why are you placing this child for adoption? Too young to provide her the lifestyle she deserves