Libby: Saved from Abortion-Searching for Identity

Libby absentmindedly pulled her blue print dress down over her knees, squatting pigeon-toed on the cement curb, cold despite the beating sun. She ran her fingers through the grey sand accumulated in the gutter.So, what kind of family do I really come from? Even more than that, do I have any real family? And just who am I anyway? I'm so confused I can't even cry anymore. One thing I'm sure of, though, is that Mom loved me -- really loved me. I wonder if they could have put her in jail for keeping me. It's all just too much for my mind to sort out right now.