Saturdays were special as a kid growing up in Port Washington, New York. Saturdays meant Burger King outings with my grandparents, a great big slice of trade-marked Hershey’s chocolate pie for me and piping hot oatmeal for them. And we can’t forget about the Kids Meal toys. But on this particular Saturday, everything was different - at the tender age of five, I started to notice that certain aspects of my life were just off.
!["How I’ve Learned to Celebrate My Late Birth Mother" written in text to the right of an image or writer, Sarah Kim, as a child](/sites/www/files/styles/small_landscape_12x7/public/2020-06/Sarah%20Kim%20-%20How%20I%E2%80%99ve%20Learned%20to%20Celebrate%20My%20Late%20Birth%20Mother_SQ.jpg?h=00afd729&itok=DnsTf73C)