Personal Narrative: Adoption

Having a child at a young age has impacted my life tremendously. I graduated from High School at the young age of seventeen; from there I went to T.H. Harris Technical College in Opelousas, Louisiana and got my Associates Degree in Office Systems Technology. Office Systems Technology is Administrative Assistant duties.

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 was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

This past December I volunteered through United Way for Adopt-A-Family. My job was to wrap the gifts for the families that wanted it. Many families did want the gifts wrapped, in my time wrapping I realized how many families that are in of assistance. Some did not ask for much, but others did ask for more. For Adopt-A-Family, the families request what they need for to provide an amazing Christmas morning. This day really opened my eyes to a number of families that there are out there who are in need of assistance in ensuring that each child gets the Christmas that they deserve. Having this eye-opening experience makes me want to reach out to all of the families that I possibly can that may not have gotten assistance whether they did not ask

My adoption means the world to me. It makes me feel cool to be different from everyone around me. I love to see the reactions on people's faces when I tell them I am from Russia and what they do when I say my real name and when I speak Russian. To me, it is so cool and I love being Russian. I love being able to tell people that I am from that country but, I don't like the way I look to others, I have chubby cheeks, which I am insecure about, I have small eyes, which I get called Asian, and I have a weird voice, which I am insecure about because I have heard people tell me I sound weird when I talk. To me this journey of me being adopted has been the best yet the worst experience in my life, I hate the fact that I never saw my parents ever,

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

Eve?” Armani called into the small room, opening the door. Evangeline laid on a pile of blankets, their back turned to the door. “You okay?” He asked. Evangeline didn’t respond. “Well, I know what today is, and I hate to bother you like this, but there are six human newbies and they need you.” Armani said quietly.

A little bird once told me that I am the most adorable, sweetest woman that they’ve ever known. You know what I told them? Hahaha, I told them that my cuteness is just a feather in my mama’s cap of all things that she done accomplished in her time on this Earth. Even though when I was born, my daddy told her to put that ugly baby up for adoption, but she replied, “Don’t you dare look a gift horse in the mouth! You love your child because one day real soon she’ll be the apple of some other man’s eye and you are just going to be a bushel of sour grapes looking at them from afar.” Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours though, my momma decided that she didn’t wanna change horses midstream and stayed as cool as a cucumber for as long as I

My baby cousin was abandoned by her parents in California when she was six weeks old. Two years later she became my baby sister. This happened after my parents decided to adopt her. The process took longer than expected. I’m happy that things turned out like they did.

Burnt tuna noodle casserole in the oven, broken crayons in the washer, and a never-ending pile of unsorted laundry canvas the living room floor like a blanket. Some may visualize this scene and think this poor house has been struck by a natural disaster, but more realistically this can be described as the home of brand new parents. A new baby can bring indescribable joy and unconditional love into a household. Babies also bring sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and one of the biggest struggles new parents face, lost income. There is no doubt that parents are the main contributors for providing the traits their children will carry with them into adulthood. Mothers encompass the task of a nurturer it is from their mother that children learn to

The air around me rippled with the jocund laughter of students, but under this thin filament of joy, soft snickers reverberated through the room targeted towards a single object -- me. As a child, I was a contradiction. Even though I was Asian, I was not smart, I was not pale, but I was fat. My “friends” ridiculed me and constantly mocked me saying that “I’m adopted” or that “my parents made a mistake.” It was a dementing experience. Often, my vision would cloud as tears threatened to pour from my eyes, but I would stare down determined not to reveal a hint of weakness as I held my tears within the recesses of my eyes.

My waiting began over ten years ago. I was around only around two years old then. Now at fifteen years old, I’ve had no luck in finding a permanent home. In those ten years, not a single soul has even come as close as to wanting to know my name. I’ve seen children, ranging from ages four to twelve, come and go faster than a blink of an eye. Every day for the past ten years I’ve had to lie to myself to keep myself form completely falling apart. At five years old, I started telling myself someone was going to adopt me, but even then I knew no one would go out of their way to adopt someone like myself. I would say candid things about myself, to let out steam. I always thought it was something I did or said maybe even something I heard that I

Every time a drip drops a baby is born stated the midwife. 19 thousand drops completed the birth of a newborn baby whose name was name was Isabella. Isabella’s mom was losing so much blood so they took her to a room. Doctors where every where that room was filled with doctors. Beep!Beep! that is the sound of my dad's heart because,he doesn’t want my mom to die. And that was not only the beginning of my life it got worst. 10 whole years passed! I can still feel the pain when I was 7 years I was rapped but, I didn’t get pregant that great. Then when I was 12 I was kidnapped and I didn’t see my parents for a whole 2 years.

Heather and Andrew welcomed another little one into their family recently. Little Caroline Scott was brought into the newborn photography studio recently for her modeling debut. Her big brother, Graham, was there too. These are returning clients I met 2 years ago when Graham was the first little one in their life.