Personal Narrative: Bringing A Child

Throughout life I have experienced numerous events that have shaped me into becoming the person I am to this day. Out of all these events, my adoption has been the most significant and life changing event of my life. Two weeks before my first birthday in, I was adopted from Nanchang, China. As I grew up, my parents never once tried to conceal my adoption. Without them, I believe I would have grown to be a totally different person. Although I was adopted and brought in by my adoptive parents, I see myself in the everyday. I see them as nothing less than my real parents and I aspire to be as generous and compassionate as they are. Without them, I would have never been able to experience half of the life changing events I have gone through. As

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.

For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.

My one true goal in life was always to be a mother. I was thirty years old and had underwent over four surgeries on my female organs. I had finally given up hope that I may ever get pregnant and it not ultimately end in a miscarriage.

I went from a single father to a wholesome family who actually ate dinner together and liked to hug and talk about their feelings. My world shifted upside down. This realization opened my eyes, and my heart. My father dying taught me to understand that many people with a hard outer shell are most likely being held back on the inside by something that has affected them. His death taught me to appreciate everyone and show kindness because that is what was shown to me during my time of need. My youthful family who adopted me, did not expect for me to feel like a part of a family or call them my parents. They got me counseling and showed me the affection that I needed to cope. Without these generous deeds, I would have crumbled. I believe whole heartedly that showing appreciation for those who also walk on this earth, like my parents did for me,will help anyone get through a rough day with a

Why don't I fit in with my family? That's the question I’ve been asking myself since I was eight years old. That question came up when my parents had my baby brother, his name is Elijah. Through my years I was picked on for having a white mom and dad. I never listened to them until I was 11 and a kid name Lilly asked me,

It didn’t take long for my mom to become pregnant, only two months, but at first, she didn’t know it was happening. “I was having horrible stomach cramps, really terrible stomach pains for gosh, two weeks, really I didn’t feel well. And finally I just couldn’t take it anymore, my stomach hurt so bad. A Friday night in the Emergency room sounded like such a bad idea, but sure enough, I went and I had an ectopic pregnancy.” When the doctors had first asked her if she was pregnant, she had been sure that she wasn’t, but after a series of tests they determined that a) she was pregnant, and b) she needed emergency

It’s August 13, 1975. Mom left the house 2 days ago, and she came back today with a new baby. He doesn’t look like a newborn, he has none of my parents features, and well he looks kind of weird. But, I guess I have really never seen a newborn and I mean the kids at school call me weird so maybe we are exactly the same. I can tell from the start that we are going to be great friends, but I just can’t help it when he cries I get so annoyed. It’s like he is doing it on purpose. Mom and Dad left the house a few minutes after they got home and I didn’t see them for another 5 days. All I heard from them was, “ There is food in the fridge. Should be enough to last you a few days. Take care of this one. Lord knows we don’t need any more trouble than we are already in.” How could they just leave me here with this annoying little brat? lts evident that Mom and Dad don’t care about me or my little brother.

Two years have passed since I saw that note on his pillow. Two years of misery, two years of non-stop searching, two years of unanswered questions. Sometimes I think I see him; Sitting next to an older lady on the subway, Sitting in the corner in the coffee shop, or even leaning on one of the lampposts in 5th street. But it never fails, I move to see if it’s him, hoping it’s my husband.. but it’s not. It never is, no one is in that seat, no one is leaning on the lamppost. My husband is a ghost.

Tick, tick, tick, was the sound I heard. As I reach over to the night stand that is on my side I swipe my smart phone to dismiss the 4:15am alarm that wakes me up every morning. I lay there allowing my body to wake up and I pray and thank God for another day, for life, health and strength. I thank you for allowing me to do today what some people are begging you to allow them to do today. I strength my body out while still lying in bed. Justin, shifts his body and his face and chest is now facing the door. I sit up on the edge of the bed then looks over my right shoulder, I hear him snoring and thought. He truly has no remorse for what he has done. He hasn’t lost any sleep and he still keeps his phone close to him. I wouldn’t be surprised

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.

I am happy to hear that everything is going well for you up in Carthage. You’ll soon be going off to Alaska and having the time of your life but make sure you stay safe, okay? When your finished with your Alaska trip I want you to come visit me so we can discuss me adopting you as my grandson. I know you're hoping that I’m “not be too depressed by our parting” (56) but it is hard not to be when you made such a big impact on my life. You made me feel like I had family again and I really do hope that you consider letting me adopt you. It would mean so much to me if you let me.

Parenting has proven to be an everyday struggle. However, in the beginning, it seemed as though it would be effortless. It wasn’t until later that all the challenges of “Parenthood,” occurred.

When I became a mother for the first time I was given a lot of different advice. Some good, some bad, some I didn’t even understand. Among the list I didn’t understand was one piece of advice that took me a while to understand. Enjoy your child while they’re little because once they hit the teenage years everything changes. It took me awhile to understand what exactly people meant until I looked back sixteen years to when I was thirteen. Everything about me changed from my attitude to my style. I remember struggling trying to find my identity and who I was and who I wanted to become. One of my biggest struggles was my appearance and trying to fit in with my generation. During this time my mother would constantly saying “So what are you going

I remember the day when the whole community got together to congratulate us on the big news.