"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart, we don't have any birth records for you." These were the words I heard over the phone when I was trying to locate a copy of my birth certificate for a new passport. "Have you checked with the Adoption Registry Office?" was the following question. Adoption? I was forty-one years old. I knew who my parents were. Why would someone suggest that I talk with an Adoption Registry Office? I just simply needed a copy of my birth certificate. That phone call led me on a new journey of discovery and secrets. Who was I? Who was my birth mother? Did I have other siblings? What was my story? Baby Girl Murphy is my personal exploration of discovering my new identity and unveiling a secret that God had kept for 41 years. A secret so dear, yet so mysterious. ..".Find out more..." were the words I kept hearing echo through my heart. Indeed I did find out more. More than I ever dreamed imaginable.