Adoption Monologue

A long time ago, in about 2004, I was born to two drug and alcohol addicts. We lived in Plano, Texas, in a disgusting apartment. We had cat and dog feces everywhere, and overall it wasn’t the best environment to raise a child in. But when I was about four and a half, my mother put me up for adoption without telling me. I ended up being adopted by my aunt and uncle, but although being four and a half, I will always remember that day vividly, because that was the first day I had experienced real love.

I have always been the youngest. I was the youngest of a rather large family of seven. My parents, then two girls, then three boys. Me being the last of the boys. I was five when it all began. I was living in Sheffield, England and my parents had been thinking about adoption for a little while. One day when we all met in the conservatory for devotions, Mom and Dad walked in purposefully and started devotions by saying,”Kids, we have been thinking about adding a member to our family. We want to adopt.” The room got quieter and everyone was still while Mom and Dad waited for a reaction. I had absolutely no idea what in the world that meant, but the word sounded sharp so I liked it. I quickly learned that it meant “finding a kid whose parents couldn’t take care of them, and bringing them into our family and making them our son, or daughter, brother or sister.” I liked the idea and was all for it. Mom and Dad warned us that it would not be easy to adopt. We discussed the what it would take and what it would mean for us. I’ll admit I didn’t understand most of it, but I did understand that I was getting a new sibling, and that some things would change. If I only knew how much…

After a moment or so, Makoto took a deep breath, and I was ready for him to tell me to deal with it on my own. I was already considering giving it up for adoption, because I knew for a fact that I couldn’t take care of it if it was on my own. It was an honest mistake, but there was no way in hell I could help work with that mistake.

I’m BACK! I was in school studying phlebotomy for the last month and a half so now I’m studying for the state test and hoping to keep up with my blog again! Sorry about that, I hope you missed me like I missed you.

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

I don't want you to go to church because you feel like you have to. I want you to go when you're ready. We're family now.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I just had got off the bus and I looked at my phone I saw I had 20 text and 8 missed call. I was wondering why I had so many text and calls before I could even look at them.

After the short hour and a half plane ride, we arrived at her “house.” My eyes glowed at the sight.

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

Since birth, my life has been very hard to understand but I've always been very open to whoever wants to know about it. On January 13, 2003 I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My parents were Anita Gomez and Billy hunt. I then moved to Georgia a while later, and then made my way to Calhoun.

Sitting alone in my new brother’s old room, I chewed at my nails. Over two thousand miles away from home, I am in the new town of Allen, Texas. I know a total of five people so far,  all being a part of my adopted family. I slowly pull myself down off my bed and trudge towards my bathroom. Looking in the  mirror, I pull my long chocolate brown hair out of its bun and rub my face. It’s crazy how things start over so quickly. I’m in a new house with a new family and new people who don’t really know me, again.

I was an only child for six years. I basked in the glory of my parents’ attention. One day my mother interrupted my enthralling game of Polly Pocket’s to inform me that we were going to adopt a baby. I had no idea what that meant, but boasted about it on the playground anyway. For a while after this news, our lives were pretty uneventful; a baby didn’t suddenly appear in our house, and I wasn’t a big sister. This changed suddenly, my mother received a call from an adoption agency that informed her of a soon-to-be mother who thought we were the perfect fit. My parents were elated, yet frantic; they had received the news nine days before the child’s due date and hadn’t begun the required paperwork yet. This late notice was followed by even later nights. I

A few months before my 16th birthday, I had gone to my great grandmother’s church on “National Adoption Sunday”. This day in September is dedicated to encouraging people to adopt or foster an orphaned child and to celebrate the adoption of countless children in the United States. While listening to a lady give a presentation, I felt God nudging my heart to do something for these kids, but I was crazy enough to ask God, “What can I do? I’m only 15.” Being nudged by God is a feeling that I couldn’t ignore. After the presentation, I talked with the

I don’t argue. “I wish I didn’t believe it too, but here it is. We barely get away from one danger and other just jumps in our path.” I pause, taking a step forward towards the black box. I glance over my shoulder at Walker who’s still holding a very shivering Skye. “Walker, I think it’s best if you take her outside as soon as possible. She looks really cold. Follow the tunnel. It will lead you outside.” I gesture to the tunnel that I had once traveled down when I was beaten and broken.

Adopting a child is an experience that promises to bring great joy as it changes a couple or individual’s life forever. But what happens if the mother of that child wants to endorse their child? Those are the issues that many adopting parents and birth-right mothers are facing today. Many biological mothers want their child back. There are many concerns for adopting parents to know- that there is the possibly that the birth mother may file for the child. As a birth mother or the adopting parent one must realize consequences that could lay ahead.