I had a meeting with the social worker today, before work.
He gave me a note, written by my biological grandparents. They say that they are willing to have contact with me, when I have established a link with their daughter.
They have given me an address for my birth mother, and it turns out that she lives not far away - I have even delivered leaflets there.
She did get married, as I had envisaged, and is still with her husband of 12 years. However, she has had no children besides me. Somehow this is disapponting, but I knew it might be the case. I think that deep down I was hoping for another sibling. I am sure I have plenty in Italy, but I will never know.
On the outside, I'm fine; on the inside, I'm not.
I don't know how I feel. I am in the house alone, but even the silence and solitude aren't helping me make sense of my head.
I want to laugh, I need to cry, but my emotions are so mixed that I am unable to do either.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring clarity.
