Since my two children are Chinese and my husband and I are not, most people can surmise from looking at us that my kids were adopted. But they are simply my children, not my adopted children. I love them no less because of the method by which we became a family.
My sophomore biology class was studying genetics when I learned, by accident, that I was adopted. As my teacher explained that two blue-eyed parents would never have a brown-eyed child. I raised my hand, happy to be the exception.