Personal Narrative: My Adoption

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.

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

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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’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

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.

My view on adoption changed, it went from hatred to love. That whole outlook turned around. People that know I am adopted, but do not know me, ask what it is like growing up as an adoptee. I now find that people want to listen and are very interested by my story and now that I got my feeling sorted through I like to talk about it, unlike before, when I would avoid the subject or just say “it is fine”. As I look at my story and tell it I hope by sharing it as an adoptee, people can see how great open - adoption is, and are aware of how we think. It may take time for us to realize a lot of things but with the help from the one true God to help you get on track, but through him all things are possible. I have so many people that care about me! But most of all, what I tell myself is, “I was special enough that my adoptive parents chose me, not someone

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I felt warm and safe, but I wasn’t sure why. Then it came to me. I was home. Not just one of the foster homes I had been in before, but a real home. A forever home. A place where I had a mother and a father, and plenty of food and clothes for me. I looked over to where my sister was sleeping peacefully on the bed next to me, and joy made my whole body feel warm.

A Chinese Proverb once proclaimed, “A child's life is like a piece of paper on which every person leaves a mark.” Since my heart has always had a special place for children, I’m forever wanting to help them in any way I can. However, after babysitting teachers’ children after school when I was in elementary school, to helping teach a little girl we homeschooled a while back, I constantly wondered if I made a difference in the lives of children I came in contact with. Thinking back on several opportunities God has given me through packing Christmas stockings for foster children, working with first graders in Good News Club, and teaching special needs riders, I pray I have left marks on the lives of at least a few children.

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

From the moment I was born people already had opinions on how my life would turn out. Shoutout to the doctor who told the group of interns that I was gonna die in the icu without knowing my mother could hear him. Days after being born that so called medical professional was certain I would die before my first birthday. I am certain there are scientists willing to bet that because I was born three months premature, I have some sort of birth defect or disability. The American society must be pissed off knowing that small BLACK baby didn’t die and went on to be healthy and a leader and unafraid to speak my mind.

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,

One year later, a very tragic day happened. I have heard the talk about the word “adoption” and that “there’s too many dogs.” I ran towards Koda and hugged his paw. “What’s the matter?” asked Koda. “Dad, whats adoption?” I asked. “Adoption is a state of someone legally takes someone or something and brings it up as one’s own.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “It’s time for your brothers and sisters to be adopted,” said Koda, “but don’t worry, Kingsay has a home here and so do you.” Then, my owner came and picked up Koda and Koko and took them to the car. “Dad!!” I yelled. “Mom!!” yelled Kingsay. “Kido, don’t worry about me,” said Koda, “just be brave and take care of your brother.” “Kingsay, I will always love you,” said Koko, “take care of yourself

Being adopted has neither made me feel less important nor more important than my siblings. If anything being adopted has made me feel fortunate for the life that I have experienced rather than the life that could have been. I thank my parents every day for loving me and choosing to adopt me and for everything that they have done for me. As I got older I realized that even though my parents were strict and did get upset about the little things they only did it because they cared about our well-being.

I will not get much bigger than I am now, the paper continued, and will weigh between eight and ten pounds. I like to play indoors and out and, I would love to go home with you.  The little puppy did not move or pay any attention to the people who stopped by his crate. He seldom moved or looked when someone called his name or taped on his cage.