Personal Narrative: My Parent Adoption

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.

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

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,

I am a completely different person now than I was back when I was 4 years old. I will do my best to make this long story short.

I remember the first time that I knew Leila was different from me. Her skin more caramel, features darker than both my mom and dad. My parents were more distant with Leila than they were with me, but I never knew why. They weren’t that affectionate to begin with, but I never remember them hugging, kissing, or saying I love you to Leila. So, one day, I asked Leila why she looked nothing like me.

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

It was a nice winters day. Well, as nice as it can be in the middle of winter in Duluth, Minnesota. It was almost Christmas and the whole city was abuzz. Tinsel and lights were strung on every building, house, storefront, and lamppost. Christmas songs were playing almost everywhere you went. And the scent of fresh baked cookies filled the air. Christmas is my favorite holiday. I just like everything about it. Except one thing, I never get any gifts. Apparently this big guy with a white beard and a red suit comes to your house named Santa and puts presents under your tree or in your stockings. I’ve never heard of him but everyone at school always talks about him.

My step dad has always been weird about how me and my mom get along. Everytime we bond he gets so mad and it is not healthy. He is always trying to put us against each other, trying to make my mom seem like the bad person when I get in trouble or making me look bad infront of my mom. Saying things like my mom being the one who influences him on getting me in trouble or that I am being rude to him and he lies his way into trying to convince us. He invents his own lies and lives in them himself. One day my parents got into an intense argument that led my step dad to kick my mom and I out of the house. At that moment I did not have time to be a child, instead I stood by her and helped her refocus. That morning I had a tie dye shirt drying in the

In my English class I was asked to write about a circumstance, an obstacle, or a situation that has happened in my life. Today I am going to be writing about when I got adopted. First of all I will start by saying one of my favorite quotes; “I was chosen, I was wanted, I was cherished, I grew in their hearts, I was the missing piece, I was loved, I was adopted.” Unknown (www.adopitionassociates.net/). As I am sitting here writing this essay, and doing my research, I found out that adoption started back in 1851, (http://pages.uoregon.edu/). WOW! That is a very long time. I can only speak for myself that being adopted I would not change that at all. I can only wish that my adoptive parents had me instead of my biological parents. What I tell myself is that you are not always born to the right family, how kids in foster care

Bringing a child in this world is a wonderful thing, so I heard but sometimes the process is not that easy. My mother, Aldoria Moseley, experienced some bad times. She told me it was all worth it to bring in this world, a healthy eight pounds, and twenty-two inches’ baby girl. My mother didn’t know she was pregnant until three months in her pregnancy. My parents had stop trying to have kids after having two boys, my brothers Nate and Cletwain. Things all change once my family found out they were having a girl.

All of the counselors started to clap and cheer for him. As Joey got up I could see his cheeks turn red like he truly felt like he belonged. He won the dance competition and that night the other counselors and I took him out for dinner. For dessert we took him to get ice cream and after that we went to the movies. During the movie it got boring

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.

Similar to the previous paper I felt as if the time had flown by, as if I didn’t have enough time to complete the paper. The hardest part of this essay was finding two different sides of international adoption, that mostly because even though there were two sides of the argument it wasn’t like it was a huge rivalry. Each side was basically two sides of the same coin, which made finding common ground extremely easy. The easiest part of the essay was the researching part, as well as the works cited. I like researching random things which makes the process fun and easy. Although I’m not the best at intext citation, I think I’m pretty good at creating the works cited. And for some reason I really enjoy writing them, I think it probably has something to do with the fact that it is always the same constant with the same structure.

After reading your post, I was absolutely astonish to read about where you come from and how even though it was rough growing up you were able to transform to the man you are today. Having an amazing wife that has supported your career choice in the past 23 years you've been in service, patiently waiting for your first child Alexander, to now you and your wife being blessed to not only support yourselves as a team but help those in your community. Thank you for your service in the military, my brother in law was a former marine too and grew up with a father who had the same mentality as your biological father. When I was reading your first paragraph was almost as if I was hearing his story as well. When I went to go visit my sister in San Diego,

We have been preparing to go meet Annabelle Rose in Asia for two weeks now. My sister Tayler has been thinking about adoption for two years now. Ever since she found out she couldn't get pregnant. Tayler asked me to help her out with all the papers and finding a child.