My first memories...
of adoption.I've always know I was adopted, it's not as if it is something my parents could hide even if they wanted to. I had a lot of mixed feelings about adoption as a young child. My first though was what was wrong with me that made my mommy not want be. There must be something terribly wrong with a child for her mother to not want them.
I decided that I would be the best child at school so maybe mommy would love me again and I could meet her. I didn't want to leave my aparents, but I still wanted my first mother so badly.
I still feel the urge to be the best I can, so that maybe, when I meet her, she'll be proud of me.
Labels: Adoption, Maybe I'm a bit fabulous?