After discovering at the age of nine the parents I loved and lived with were not really my mother and father, I spent most of my life with many unanswered questions. I always knew my biological father; he was a part of our family. I just was lucky enough to have two dads. I lived with his older sister and brother-in-law and their children. My dad lived with us for a time before leaving for Europe during World War II. This story is about my eventual search for my biological mother. I had to consider how finding her would touch everyone in my life, not just how I would be affected. It was a difficult decision that took many years to make. The adventure of the search, the journey to meet her and all the subsequent visits were unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Together we accomplished some great things. We became good friends. I was able to be there to help her through some very serious illnesses. We even survived an earthquake! In the end, I am so glad I followed my heart and found her. It changed both of us for the best.