My Adoptive Family : A Personal Narrative Family

Growing up with two sets of parents was extremely hard. I still don’t know who my birth father was, and it seems like everyone wants to keep it that way. I never knew how my birth mother was, and I only saw about once every three or four years. My adoptive parents are the only people I consider parents because they have shown me the love and care that parents should show their children. As I grew up, I became more and more curious, and reckless. In second grade, I moved to yet another school, but this one I stayed at for five years. I had amazing friends, and I would’ve trusted them with anything. But then we moved yet again. I got a new phone, and I didn’t get to contact any of my old friends anymore. It was time to start from scratch. I moved to Prosper, Texas, and went to Reynolds Middle School. There I found some

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

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.

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.

Before asking yourself “who am I?” Ask yourself “how did I come to be?” My parents Greg and Cathy Frangipane have been a huge help through my life. I got an opportunity to sit down and interview each of them about their life and go to hear some exciting stories. Learning about my parents I can see a bunch of similarities with me and each of my parents.

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

The second sibling was born January twenty-third of 1988. 28 years later, he has graduated from high school, attempted college, and is married. Currently and still resides in El Paso, Tx with his family too. As he and his wife, moved out of their households to live with one another, as he and wife moved back in with our parents. They moved in not only because of financial reasons, but because our mom is doing well and is getting weaker. He has advanced himself, due to the fact that he started at an entry level position at his work and is not the head manager. As higher authorities have been sending him to major conferences in a couple of states around Texas. However, he has been really engaged with our mom, as I believe he still resides in

The central family structure present in the film The Blind Side is an adoptive family. The term ‘adoptive family’ refers to a family in which parents or guardians have legally obtained parental rights of a non-biological child. Parents can adopt a domestic newborn, adopt a child from a foster residence or adopt internationally. The Australian Institute of Health and Welfare defines adoption as “Adoption is one of a range of options used to provide care for children who cannot live with their birth families. It is the process whereby the legal relationship between a child and their biological parents is severed, and the legal rights of the child are as if he/she had been born to the adoptive parents.” Adoptive parents are

It was April 23, 2009, and my sister had just come home from Taiwan, with my mom that day. My parents paid extensive attention to her, so neither my brother, nor I got any attention from my parents. This also meant that we couldn’t spend much time with her, either. However, before she was adopted, we shared the attention of our parents.

I was raised in an untraditional home. My mother was a teenage parent and my father was older with two children of his own when I was born. Eventually I would have three more siblings join the family. My parents struggled tremendously to care for six children, which forced them to worked several jobs each to provide the necessitates. Providing health care for a family of eight was beyond what my parents could afford even while working two job each, however state medical assistance made sure we each had the care we needed. My parents demanding work load shifted the responsibility of caring for my siblings on me. The financial stress my parents faced continued as I approached college. My decision on which undergraduate university I would attend

wash the sweet potatoes and bake them in a 375 F oven for 30-35 minutes. When they are finished cooking slice them open and scrape out the flesh into a large bowl. Add one cup of sugar, 1 cup of milk 2 eggs, 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract and one teaspoon salt. with a potato masher mash them up. Now, in a separate bowl, add 1 cup brown sugar, one cup chopped pecans, 1/2 cup flour and 3/4 stick of butter. with a fork, mash together until thoroughly combined. Spread the sweet potato

Is your mother really your mother? My birth mother has never been in my life. Never have been around her for a long period of time. My great aunt has been her through everything in my life. The only reason why I'm still sane.

Dad. Mandy. Blended family. My dad, Eric, had been at Kniman Bar after his day shift up at BP where he met a woman named Mandy, who had been working there. She gave him a ride home after his buddies let all the air out of him tires, and little did I know, my life was about to become hell. On August 10 of 2002, my dad and Mandy got married and her and her daughter, Kaleigh Walden, moved in with us. At the time we were living with my grandparents, who owned a convenience store, Fisher’s Grocery. At the beginning it was okay. But after about two years, it was hell.

Getting to be familiar with me may be slight demanding. Overall, I am a nice, sweet, outgoing, caring individual to others. Within my life, it has truly been a tedious journey. Growing up in a single-parented home, can become very challenging at times. I have only had my mother and her side of the family supporting me with their full extent, since birth. I developed into the young lady I am now without a father figure being in my life, and that was a decision that my father made. Like I said formerly, this circumstance was something that was beyond hard to accept. I never certainly understood why he did not want to partake in my life, and until this day I still do not know why. As I grew older and recognized that I have someone in my life

Have your parents, or anybody you knew surprised you with something you didn’t expect? That’s what happened to me when I lived at my old house before I moved to DeSoto. I lived about twenty, or thirty minutes away from Jefferson City. In a little town called Russellville. I lived with my Mom, Step-Dad, and my older brother, Caleb, and my little sister, Bethany. This is the story of how I got a dog.