The Donor’s Mom
Some years had passed and grandma received a phone call. The donor’s mom died. Grandma told us kids and none of us cried. My two bio-sibs felt bad, but I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t, we weren’t close, I didn’t know her like that. We met her and then probably only seen her like three or four times after that. They were short visits. We said hello and sat down for a few minutes, just long enough for her to ask us a few questions and then we were off to play outside while the “GrownUps” sat and continued their conversation. So, we definitely didn’t bond or form any kind of relationship. To me, it was like going with grandma to visit one of her old gal pals.