I believe that if you hope and pray and wish miracles do happen. I had always dreamed that my birth mom would someday be ready to meet me as I had always been. When I met her mother she had told me that if I prayed, as she had for 9 years, that I might just meet her. Over the past 3 years I wished on every star and prayed every night that I could meet her. I had expressed to my family, especially my aunt, that that was my dream. The day that my aunt died was a hard day. She being the person who was always ready to love me and spend time with me. In August last year my parents told me that they had been talking with my birth mom and that she would be coming down to see me was a dream come true. To me it was a miracle. I believe that my Aunt did ask god to help me through that journey when I met her that August. All those years that my Nana, Aunt, and most of all parents, who I owe this all to, prayed and hoped and guided me finally, in my eyes, payed of. This I believe.