Ramblings of a Social Outcast

My story.. (part one)

I was born on summer day. It was a c- section birth. Beyond that, I know nothing.

My mother didn't know what to do. Could she keep me? She already had one child and wanted to go to nursing school. What was she to?

She left me at the hospital for three weeks. I never opened my eyes. The doctors thought something was very wrong with me, but they did not know what. Perhaps metal retard they wrote on their charts? Never did they think, perhaps, I missed my mother.

I was there for those three weeks because she was conflicted. Threes is such a short time to make a choice that will affect the rest of your life.

She signed the papers. They hunted down my father. He wouldn't sign until he was sure he wouldn't have to pay child support. He had another women pregnant the same time my mother was pregnant with me. I do not know if it is a sister or brother.

I went to foster care with the hospital directors family. I was there until I was 2 months 4 days old. They overfed me and I was very fat baby. My name was Cassandra...

Labels: Adoption, Maybe I'm a bit fabulous?, My story

posted by Manda at 8:20 PM