My adoptive mom tells a great story. You should hear her. I can’t tell it like she does, but I’ll give it a try.
When I was little, I would only take things in my left hand. I guess it was pretty inconvenient for my adoptive mom. She always said she’d already had one kid that was left handed and wasn’t doing it again.
She refused to let me accept things into my left hand.
Eventually, I only used my right hand.
Isn’t that hilarious?
Well, I can see that the story may have lost its charm as I tell it. However when she told it, people laughed.
I’m now an adopted “child” who has siblings in both biological and adoptive families that are left handed.
And that’s been a pretty lonely island lately.