This much I know.

I love her for many reasons, but the main reason is;

Like a catalog I was chosen from a group of other  African American/West Indian/Haitian/Dominican infant boys that were left behind or discarded like trash following their birth.

She saw something in me that my birth mother didn't. She still can't explain what it is that she saw in me at 11 months of age, but she chose me.
She said "no one wanted you, but I did." 

She plucked me out of an office building in Manhattan, and she gave me a home. What her husband felt at that time, I have no idea. Actually, I do. He never wanted me. Neither did any of the Caseys. 
But she did. 

My mom gave gives me love continously.

And  I love her for it.

Just a thought, something I wanted to document.