A Letter

When I picked up Dee from day camp today, she had two letters for me.  One was a list of all the things she would do from now on.  Be obedient and respectful for the most part.  The other one is below:

Dear Mom,
I was wondering if maybe you could tell me everything I need to know about my family (my real family).  Like why did she give me up?  Why didn't she want me?  And I really want you to help me understand my real life.
Dee

I found this letter to be offensive since I have never withheld a speck of information from Dee about her birth family.  She was copying another little girl who was adopted as an infant.  Dee's birth mother didn't "give her up."  She was taken because of abuse and neglect.  Dee knows this. 

I went to the file cabinet and gave her all the notes I wrote from her foster care file.  I told her that as I told her before, these notes were hers.  I was saving them for her.  But if she felt I was keeping secrets, I didn't want them.  She could have them all now.  But that was the only copy, so I suggested she take good care of them.  She somehow let her friends pull her into a romantic view of adoption.


She went on to tell me when she said, "real family" she meant her family now.  So, now she is not just demanding, she is lying.  She went on to scream and yell and get belligerent.  Now...she is cleaning.  She is trying to pay me off.

She told me S was also giving her mom a letter.  S thought she was African American and she is Hispanic, so I suspect these are really her questions.

I am not in the mood.