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My name is Marcus. I was born in Chicago to an Irish mother and a Canadian biological father, who had died prior to my birth. When I was born, I was put up for adoption and spent a few months in an orphanage before being adopted. Now, I live in a caring and loving Kenyan family. We live in a peacful Chicago suburb. I also have a sister who, like me, was adopted. She was born in China. We are a very diverse family, to say the least. We have faced many challenges, but the past few weeks have been quite a bumpy ride. I learned, on June sixth 2006, that my biological mother had passed away. We never talked about her. The subject was taboo. My adoptive father told me the news. I was shocked. I felt like the world stopped. But, at the same time, I felt like my biological mother was with me. I felt her close to me, in an odd way. It made me feel very uncomfortable and uneasy. I wasn’t sure if I felt sad, depressed or angry but, I realize now that I should have been scared. A few weeks later, I took the bus to Chicago because I had the feeling that I should at least try to find out where my mother was buried. The air was heavy that day and the sky was grey.A storm was clearly coming our way. The streets were empty but I saw a man walking on the opposite sidewalk singing « Don’t fear the reaper », by Blue Oyster Cult. When I passed him, he looked at me and his deep blue eyes were like scanners that detected my emotions of fear and sadness. I felt that the man knew what I was going through down deep in my soul. I made my way to the biggest cemetery in town where I thought I could find my mother’s grave.I searched around for hours. Obviously worried, my parents kept calling me on my flip phone, which I did not answer. That’s when I saw a little teddy bear on the ground near an old grave. The teddy bear was familiar. I remembered its blue eyes.Its cute little paws comforted me.It was like it belonged to me. The grave was my biological mother’s. I then realized that the bear was the one thing she gave me when I was born. Strangely, the engraving on the tombstone was: Sandra Wilson - 1666-2006. I had found her grave. Then, the teddy bear started talking with a demonic, but, feminine voice. It said: « I had to save you, fear the reaper, fear the man, he is your father! »