Personal Narrative: My Father's Adoption

The author started off with discussing life living with her father in hotels. Then, she went on to tell about how her childhood friend’s parents came in and take care of her as if she was their own. She explains that they cared for her the same way they cared for their blood daughter. Even though the Beaches wasn’t her blood family, she considered them her only family. My story is a little similar to that of Cecile because I have two families, one is blood and the other is non-related. As I had discussed in the earlier paragraph about religion, I have been looking to gain some independence from my dad’s religion. I have a family that isn’t blood related to me at all, I spend more time at their house than my family’s house. They are former members of the church I attend occasionally; I have known them for over a decade. They have been there for me through thick and thin and has been an extra support system for me. When I’m going through things at home, they have been always there for me. They have given me money to help me out with school and go out their way for me, when needed. Without them, I don’t know how my life would be. From reading this text, I found that I related to few authors’ stories that are similar to my

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.

The smell of gas was like the tingaling taste of chocolate on my tongue. The wind against my face was like the water in a lake. Smooth, and always rippling. The feeling of my step-dad´s love, spreading right through the air with the motorcycle zooming right through it. Feeling so nice, and comforting against my skin.

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’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.

On Saturday evening, with his nerves strung tighter than a bow, Arthur backed his black Ford Mustang out of his parking space and drove toward George Washington Hospital. Tristan insisted he wanted to come along, promising he’d sit in the hospital lobby. While Arthur wanted to sit in the car alone and stress, he didn’t blame Tristan for wanting to tag along, because Arthur had instigated a real shit storm outside of the hospital last night and had almost been arrested.

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 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.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in a park, bright and sunny out , I was feeling every kind of emotion there was to feel. I didn’t know what to expect or how I was going to react. My mom was right next to me looking calm as ever. How did she do it? Suddenly, I see a car pull up and a taller, muscular man steps out. That’s the very first time I met my biological dad.

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

The Birth of my first, Jayden, was pretty normal, and he was on time. I was in labor for

I should just stop counting the houses. I’m just kidding myself. I’ll never be adopted. They are sending me to a new home today. But this one is different from the rest. Apparently a family in America is interested in adopting a Russian girl. They are shipping me off for a yearlong trial run. I hear they were expecting a child. But they will quickly realize that with Russia you take what you can get. In a week I’ll be sixteen. They assigned me an English teacher. I’m getting pretty good. He says I should start writing in English too. So I guess now would be as good a time as

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.

Losing a father sounds like a tragic event, but it’s even more impossible when it happens to you. I don’t remember much about my dad’s appearance, just that he had jet black hair and eyes. I always saw him as kind and caring. My mom and dad split when I was 5, and she moved us away from him. He was always caught up in drinking and doing drugs, but he was always loving to my siblings and I. He was homeless and I spent years not thinking about him, but when he died, everything changed. Losing my dad, no matter how involved he was in my life, made me realize how quickly life can change.