At my Johns Hopkins graduation, the parents who abandoned me in a hospital 15 years earlier sat in reserved seats and whispered, “She owes us this.” I simply adjusted my white coat and waited. Then the dean stepped to the microphone and announced a name they never expected to hear.

At my Johns Hopkins graduation, the parents who abandoned me in a hospital 15 years earlier sat in reserved seats and whispered, “She owes us this.” I simply adjusted my white coat and waited. Then the dean stepped to the microphone and announced a name they never expected to hear.

The first time I saw my biological parents after fifteen years, …