kari
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
On my thirteenth birthday my parents gave me the best toys money could buy, and then in a moment of playful distraction they broke down and announced: "We are not your biological parents."
It's been seven years since she was adopted and I just now realized that my little sister has never called me by my given name, only the Chinese word for "older brother."
A Google search was an awful way to find out my birth father was dead, but at least I found my birth mother.
My biggest fear is that she will grow up and wish that I had gone through with the adoption.
As an adoptee, few things piss me off more than other adoptees who think that finding their birth parents will fix everything that's wrong in their lives.
Upon seeing my newborn daughter for the the first time, it occurred to me that, at age 36, she was the first person I had ever met who was related to me.
Asked why they adopted me so late in life, she said, "We wanted to do something nice for someone."
It was only after adopting a cat that I realized I was more of a dog lover at heart.