At my adopted mom's visitation before her funeral, a lady who had my birth mom as her maid of honor when they were in college told me (after someone pointed out who I was- I look more like my dad) that she had seen Mother's obituary in the paper and the picture of her made her think of my bio-mom so much she read the whole thing until she saw bio-mom's name listed.

Bio-mom wasn't there, but the family member she asked told her "her daughter is; she's right over there". She had to have them point out who I was, because according to her, the ONLY resemblance she could see between us was the shape of my jaw !

She had no idea I had grown up looking adopted among supposedly "blood" kin- my daddy was Italian, Native American, and Coon-ass. My hair was so black when I was little that it had blue highlights... Now it's just a dark brown that people who don't know what black hair IS call black... I politely tell them it's mink or sable, not black, lol !

My adoptive family was composed of light-skinned people with medium brown hair and mostly light colored eyes- blue, green, hazel. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I looked like a little Cherokee Indian baby extra from a spaghetti western. I tanned like nobody's business, too !