Tonight was an inspiration to me.
It happened in my math class. We were going around introducting ourselves, like you do in every one of your classes on your first day. And one of the people in my class said "My adopted one" and it really struck a nerve.
I don't think I've told you this but I am adopted.
So hearing a parent refer to their child as "the adopted one" really bothered me.
So I want to write my story. We'll start with the beginning, the intro.
I was born in southern texas by two loving people. My mother was 19 when she became pregnant and my father was 20. They are both very passionate about soccer, that is actually how they met. My father was her coach. Before you become to shocked, remember the age difference, not that bad in all reality.
My parents where the type of people who never dated. My mother up until she got married only had 3 boyfriends her whole life. My parents did love each other very much. Although they loved each other some bumps and a fork in the road came along for me. The decision was made to put me up for adoption to give me a better life.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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