I knew exactly what was going to happen. And I knew exactly what time it was going to happen. My mother had never been good at keeping secrets and I was not good at surprises. We both knew this and my sister often had to run interference. I didn’t even know how she could be my mother since there was not one thing about us that was similar. She was adamant that I was her daughter and since my father was not around there was no one to help verify. All that changed the day I found the adoption papers.