A Juno-Inspired (Kind of) Baby Name Game Part #2

Baby Name Games
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It has been 7 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Sociology, moved to an apartment in [name]Norfolk[/name], and gotten a job as a School Consoler. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Josh[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Olivia[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Justin[/name] and [name]Jordyn[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Hannah[/name] [name]Hope[/name] Hopkins, and your older sister, [name]Liliya[/name] [name]Margarita[/name] Kozyrskii “[name]Lil[/name]”, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Jordyn[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Alcohol poisoning

You drive to [name]Richmond[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 8, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1 gender? girl
What is her name? [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Mary[/name] [name]Washington[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? boy
What is his name? [name]James[/name] [name]Charles[/name] [name]Washington[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Olivia[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

42

It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Film, moved to an apartment in Cambridge, and gotten a job as a television producer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Pete[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Emily[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Vic[/name] and [name]Sharon[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Larissa[/name] [name]Nicole[/name] [name]Ford[/name], and your older sister, [name]Callie[/name] [name]Victoria[/name] Carpenter, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Sharon[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Car accident

You drive to [name]Boston[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
a boy, [name]Elijah[/name] [name]Matthew[/name] [name]Evans[/name]

What is sibling #2’s name
[name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Susannah[/name] [name]Evans[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Emily[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

43

It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in [name]Baltimore[/name], and gotten a job as a high school teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Noah[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Emma[/name] [name]Paige[/name] [name]Franklin[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Ronald[/name] [name]Pike[/name] [name]Franklin[/name] “[name]Ron[/name]” and [name]Matilda[/name] [name]June[/name] [name]Franklin[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Savannah[/name] [name]Marie[/name] Palerm, and your older sister, [name]Madeline[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Matilda[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Car accident

You drive to [name]Boston[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, [name]Emma[/name], and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Liam[/name] [name]Joel[/name] [name]Franklin[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Benjamin[/name] [name]Ron[/name] [name]Franklin[/name] “[name]Ben[/name]”

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Emma[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

44

It has been (4) years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in (Education), moved to an apartment in ([name]New[/name] [name]York[/name] City), and gotten a job as a (Elementary School Teacher ). You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, ([name]Archer[/name]), broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, ([name]Olivia[/name] [name]Violet[/name]), you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, ([name]Steven[/name] [name]James[/name] [name]Grover[/name]) and ([name]Elise[/name] [name]Amelia[/name] [name]Grover[/name]). They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, ([name]Elara[/name] [name]Imogen[/name]), and your older sister, ([name]Maya[/name] [name]Tova[/name]), who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are (23), you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, ([name]Elise[/name]), is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Cancer

You drive to (Burlington) to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is (4), your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. Girl: [name]Lily[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Girl: 142 Bible Names for Girls | Nameberry – [name]Delilah[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Delilah[/name] [name]Grover[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

Girl: [name]Victoria[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/

  1. use your child’s biological father’s first name for inspiration – [name]Aster[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Aster[/name] [name]Grover[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, ([name]Olivia[/name] [name]Violet[/name]), standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

45

It has been (6) years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in (Teaching), moved to an apartment in (Iowa City), and gotten a job as a (Teacher). You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, ([name]Jake[/name]), broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, ([name]Mason[/name]), you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, ([name]Patrick[/name]) and ([name]Ellen[/name]). They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, ([name]Haleigh[/name]), and your older sister, ([name]Carlie[/name]), who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are (25), you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, ([name]Ellen[/name]), is dead.
~What did she die from? 1. Car accident

You drive to (Omaha) to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is (6), your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings. Sibling 1: B-[name]Andrew[/name] [name]Sheldon[/name]/ Sibling 2: G-[name]Lillian[/name] Olive

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, ([name]Mason[/name]), standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

46

It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in Williamsburg, and gotten a job as a Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]James[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Alexander[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]John[/name] and [name]Laura[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Iris[/name], and your older sister, [name]Elizabeth[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 25, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. [name]Laura[/name] is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
Cancer

You drive over to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest - who is 6 years old - your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

Sibling #1: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Esther[/name]
Sibling #2: [name]James[/name] [name]Lawrence[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Alexander[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

47

It has been four years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in medicine, moved to an apartment in [name]Boston[/name], and gotten a job as a doctor. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Isaac[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Kavin and [name]Laura[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Hannah[/name], and your older sister, [name]Jessica[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are twenty-three, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Laura[/name] [name]Joseph[/name], is dead, killed in a car accident.

You drive to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is four, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

(Siblings’ names are [name]Liam[/name] [name]Matthew[/name] [name]Joseph[/name] and [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Isabelle[/name] [name]Joseph[/name].)

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ethan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

48

It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Food [name]Science[/name] and Technology, moved to an apartment in Manchester, [name]New[/name] Hampshire, and gotten a job at Stonyfield as Food Quality Lab Technician. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Leo[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ethan[/name] [name]Gabriel[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Elliott[/name] and [name]Lily[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Elena[/name], and your older sister, [name]July[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 25, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Lillian[/name] [name]Edith[/name] [name]Darcy[/name], is dead.

[name]Roll[/name]: 2 - She died of cancer.

You drive to [name]Boston[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 6-years-old, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

[name]Roll[/name]: 2 - A girl named…
Rolls: 3 & 5 - [name]Addison[/name] [name]Irma[/name] [name]Darcy[/name]
[name]Roll[/name]: 5 - And another girl named…
Rolls: 5 & 5 - [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Michelle[/name] [name]Darcy[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ethan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him and tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand him the rose, he silently accepts it, you kiss him on the forehead, and quietly leave.

49

It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in [name]Law[/name], moved to an apartment in Massachusetts, and gotten a job as a [name]Lawyer[/name]. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, ([name]Jonah[/name]), broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Noah[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Colton[/name] and [name]Adalaide[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Mara[/name], and your older sister, [name]Brooke[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Adalaide[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

Cancer

You drive to [name]New[/name] [name]Jersey[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
Girl: [name]Addison[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
[name]Eliza[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Addison[/name] [name]Eliza[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
Boy: [name]Logan[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
[name]Joseph[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Logan[/name] [name]Joseph[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Noah[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…

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It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in psychology, moved to an apartment in Toronto, and gotten a job as a psychiatrist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Michael[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]William[/name] [name]Owen[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Robert[/name] and [name]Scarlett[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Ingrid[/name], and your older sister, [name]Brenna[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Scarlett[/name], is dead. She died from alcohol poisoning.

You drive to Montreal to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

Sibling one: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Phyllis[/name]
Sibling two: [name]Aubrey[/name] [name]Crimson[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]William[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been 7 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Biology, moved to an apartment in [name]New[/name] [name]Haven[/name], and gotten a job as a [name]Marine[/name] Biologist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Zach[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Sander[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Tim[/name] and [name]Joanna[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Nicolette[/name] ‘[name]Nikki[/name]’, and your older sister, [name]Margaret[/name] ‘[name]Greta[/name]’, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Joanna[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?

  1. Car accident

You drive to Annapolis to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 7, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender?
4. girl

What is her first name?
[name]Lily[/name]

What is her middle name?
[name]Jane[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Jane[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender?
6. boy

What is his first name?
[name]Logan[/name]

What is his middle name?
[name]Elias[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Logan[/name] [name]Elias[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Sander[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…

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It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Social work, moved to an apartment in [name]Glasgow[/name], and gotten a job as a Social worker. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Kelvin[/name] [name]Barry[/name] Darwen, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Alexander[/name] [name]Owen[/name] [name]Jones[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Adam[/name] [name]Stephen[/name] [name]Jones[/name] and [name]Jessica[/name] [name]Marie[/name] [name]Jones[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Jenna[/name] [name]Eve[/name] [name]Redd[/name], and your older sister, [name]Jasmine[/name] [name]Emma[/name] [name]Redd[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Jessica[/name] [name]Marie[/name] [name]Jones[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. Alcohol poisoning

You drive to Falkirk to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender?
2. Girl

What is his/her first name?
[name]Lily[/name]

What is his/her middle name?
[name]Olivia[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Olivia[/name] [name]Jones[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender?
Girl

What is his/her first name?
[name]Victoria[/name]

What is his/her middle name?
[name]Kaitlyn[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Kaitlyn[/name] [name]Jones[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Alex[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been four years since you put your baby, [name]Ava[/name] [name]Paige[/name], up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Teaching, moved to an apartment in [name]Eden[/name] Prarie, and gotten a job as a Kindergarten Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Elliot[/name] [name]Rhys[/name] [name]Walker[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ava[/name] [name]Paige[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Michael[/name] and [name]Amy[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Rebecca[/name] [name]Jane[/name] [name]Moore[/name], and your older sister, [name]Kary[/name] [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Newton[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 23, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Amy[/name], died from Cancer.

You drive to [name]New[/name] [name]York[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is four years old, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding her younger siblings, [name]Lily[/name] [name]Evangeline[/name] age 3 and [name]Logan[/name] [name]Elijah[/name] who is 5 months.

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ava[/name] [name]Paige[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Elementary Education, moved to an apartment in Springfield, and gotten a job as a Kindergarten teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Bryce[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Michael[/name] and [name]Samantha[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Tessa[/name], and your older sister, [name]Caitlin[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Samantha[/name], is dead.

She committed suicide because she was depressed and the stress in her life pushed her over the edge.

You drive to Chicago to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 4, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

His younger siblings are [name]Natalie[/name] [name]Alice[/name] [name]Foster[/name] and [name]David[/name] [name]Thomas[/name] [name]Foster[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ethan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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Name: [name]Violet[/name] [name]Caroline[/name] [name]Davis[/name]
Age: 25
Location: Chicago
Occupation: Nurse

[name]Baby[/name]'s father: [name]Spencer[/name] [name]James[/name] [name]Peterson[/name]

Adoptive parents:
[name]Thomas[/name] [name]George[/name] (graphic designer) & [name]Anna[/name] [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Williams[/name] (interior designer) of [name]New[/name] [name]York[/name] City.

[name]Son[/name]: [name]Noah[/name] [name]Dominic[/name] [name]Williams[/name]

It has been six years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Nursing, moved to an apartment in Chicago, and gotten a job as a nurse. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Spencer[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Noah[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Thomas[/name] and [name]Anna[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Jane[/name], and your older sister, [name]Amelia[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 25, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Anna[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Cancer.

You drive to [name]New[/name] [name]York[/name] City to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is six, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

Sibling #1: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Susannah[/name] [name]Williams[/name]
Sibling #2: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Rose[/name] [name]Williams[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Noah[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been 7 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in [name]Boston[/name], Massachusetts, and gotten a job as a book editor. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Nicholas[/name] [name]Williams[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Emily[/name] [name]Hope[/name] Danvers, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Jeremy[/name] Danvers and [name]Elena[/name] Danvers. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Justine[/name] [name]Rollins[/name], and your older sister, [name]Natalie[/name] Marsten, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Elena[/name] [name]Mae[/name] Danvers, is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Your choice
She died after a long struggle with breast cancer.

You drive to [name]North[/name] [name]Adams[/name], Massachusetts to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is seven, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name], Girl: [name]Natalie[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Boy: 188 Boy Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry, Girl: 100 Girl Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Joshua[/name] [name]Charles[/name] Danvers

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. Boy: [name]Benjamin[/name], Girl: [name]Brooklyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
5. use your own first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Benjamin[/name] [name]William[/name] Danvers

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Emily[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been nine years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in journalism, moved to an apartment in Chicago, and gotten a job as a journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Andrew[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Mia[/name] [name]Paige[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]William[/name] [name]Mark[/name] and [name]Alison[/name] [name]Jean[/name] [name]Kensington[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Amy[/name], and your older sister, [name]Stephanie[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Alison[/name] [name]Jean[/name] [name]Kensington[/name], is dead.

What did she die from: car accident

You drive to [name]Boston[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is nine, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

Sibling 1: [name]Anthony[/name] [name]Peter[/name]

Sibling 2: [name]Lillian[/name] [name]Grace[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Mia[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap her on the shoulder. She look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand her the rose which she silently accepts, kiss her on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been nine years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English Literature, moved to an apartment in Montreal, and gotten a job as a journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Robbie[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]David[/name] and [name]Scarlett[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Margaret[/name] “[name]Maggie[/name]” [name]Helen[/name] O’[name]Leary[/name], and your older sister, [name]Delia[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye – in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Scarlett[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. Alcohol poisoning

You drive to Toronto to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name], Girl: [name]Natalie[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

  1. Boy: 188 Boy Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry, Girl: 100 Girl Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Natalie[/name] [name]Alice[/name] Sphinxe

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Boy: [name]Joseph[/name], Girl: [name]Evelyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
5. use your own first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Joseph[/name] [name]Linden[/name] Sphinxe

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ethan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…

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It has been six) years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Psychology, moved to an apartment in [name]Portland[/name], and gotten a job as a Crime and Addictions Counselor. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Griffin[/name] [name]Jack[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Bennett[/name] and [name]Emily[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Keziah[/name] [name]Christine[/name], and your older sister, [name]Ashley[/name] [name]Elizabeth[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 25, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Emily[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Car accident

You drive to Seattle to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is six, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? girl
What is his/her first name? [name]Ella[/name]
What is his/her middle name? [name]Naomi[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Naomi[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? girl
What is his/her first name? [name]Evelyn[/name]
What is his/her middle name? [name]Juliet[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Juliet[/name] “[name]Evie[/name]”

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ethan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in [name]Early[/name] Year Teaching, moved to an apartment in Birmingham, and gotten a job as a fondation stage teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Daniel[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is. In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Sophia[/name] [name]Brooke[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Steve[/name] and [name]Sam[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Scalrett, and your older sister, [name]Eleanor[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents. Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Samantha[/name] [name]Ryan[/name], is dead. She was murdered when she interupted a robbery at the house. You drive to the other side of Birmingham to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings, ([name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Alice[/name], 4, and [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Amelia[/name], 2).You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Sophia[/name] [name]Brooke[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.