I thought I'd never find my real mom...

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I was 2 weeks old when I was adopted. A 60-year-old single lady took me in from a social worker in Redemptorist Church, Baclaran, Manila. I was raised in the residence of one of the socialite families. She was always out so I didn't get to see much of her and one of her nephews was the one who watched over me, teaching me what I needed to know as I got older and trained me to write and speak English properly, separating English words from Tagalog, which is my mother tongue. Even though I was born in the Philippines, it's like English is my first language, since I didn't really learn how to speak Tagalog until I was 4. I never learned the truth about my identity and my adoptive mother and her family strived to keep it from me. I was 12 when I first learned that I was adopted. I was in 6th grade. Basically, I didn't care because, I was rather grateful that they helped me grow up and get a good education. I was about to have my confirmation and I needed to submit my birth certificate in church when I noticed that my last name didn't match the one written on my birth certificate, so I asked about it. That's how I found out I was adopted.It was when I noticed the coldness of the way they treated me when I was in highschool that I changed. I became a total rebel. Eventually, I became so depressed that I wanted to off myself because I can't cope up with their standards. I was in 3rd year high when I was invited to become part of the Citizens Army, and I decided to wear myself out in military training. I graduated, got promoted as a 1st Lieutenant in Citizen's Army and finally, moved on to college. I had never given thought to my biological mother until then... I was looking for another copy of my birth certificate, an I found an old photo of me as a baby and a woman I didn't recognize. Could she have been my real mother? I wondered about it for years, staring at that photo. I started looking for my real parents. And now, of all places, I found my biological family in Facebook! I learned that my mother is somewhere in Germany, married and has 2 kids. She was ecstatic when she heard from my aunt that I was looking for her. We have started communicating to each other. I'm still wondering how she looks like though.