No, they’re not adopted; they’re mine.

Katherine Hoyt,
Chula Vista, CA

In 1967, I, a tall woman of mainly German ancestry, married a shorter, darker Nicaraguan pediatrician. People who saw us together quickly recognized our children but when I brought the children to the States, people asked (or thought) that question.


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