Teresa Weiler, 65, Peterborough
Holding my baby nephew, I was overwhelmed with love. He was simply perfect.
It was March 1983 and as I watched his tiny chest move up and down as he slept in my arms, my family chatted away about his future.
My sister Fran, then 22, and our parents Terry, 64, and Truda, 57, pondered his first words, when he'd get his first teeth, who he'd look like.
My heart thumped when I saw my birth mum's name
No one can say that about me, I thought suddenly.
I was 24 and I'd always known I was adopted.
‘We didn't
