"Dinners ready!" shouted my adopted mum. "Janey, can you go and get the rest of the clan please, they're outside near the lake I think." "Yeah, no problem," I replied. I was four when my drug addict of a mother put me up for adoption. She couldn't stand wasting her money on me, so she did what she had to do for herself, she gave me up. How she continued to pay for her habit, I'll never know and I don't think I'd want to k...