My mother is 63 and my father is 77; I am 17. The first time I saw them, I was 19 months old. I was in Poland and I knew that the two people standing before me on that gorgeous July afternoon were going to love me and care for me. At that time my father was 65 and my beautiful mother was in her 40s.They wanted a baby girl and they heard of a adoption agency that that went out of country and the process would only take a couple of years compared to five of six. My mother and father looked into it, took many trips to Poland, and spent a lot of time meeting me. They brought bunches of clothes and toys. They wanted me to come home to a wonderful and loving home. The moment I walked out of the nursery and saw my parents, they were sitting, anticipating me being able to come home with them and learn and grow with them. When my mother held me that first time, the day I was hers. She told me how special I was and how happy she was that I was finally hers. We lived in Milford Connecticut for seven years. Then after my father retired, we moved to Worcester to be closer to my mother's family. I grew on them and they inspired me to become the person I am today. I knew the moment I saw them, they were the ones. They were the ones to care and the ones to protect me. I love them.