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17 - Notusedusername1 - REAL PARENTS
Okay, I have a story to tell you. First off, this isn’t a HUUUGE, EMOOOOTIONAL story.
This is just my story. Okay, here we go.
There once was an eighteen year old Korean girl. I won’t tell you her name, because I don’t actually know it. But this girl had a problem. She was pregnant. Also, she wasn’t married. And to top it off, she lived in Korea, where having kids out of wedlock is a NO-NO. This single, pregnant, eighteen-year old girl was my birth-mom. I’m adopted. My birth-mom didn’t know she was pregnant at first. When she found out, (I think it was) my biological grandparents checked with my birth dad if they wanted to get back together. He didn’t, so we were put up for adoption when we were born.
My identical twin sister (I’ll wait while you say, ’Twins? Cool!’) and I apparently like to cause trouble (We couldn’t stick with being one unplanned baby). Either that or I was sick and tired of my sister wanting to snuggle all the time (she likes it, me not so much) and wanted out. Whichwhoever way, I made a break for it (I say ’I’ ’cause I’m the older one)! We were born 10
weeks early at 2.68 lbs and 2.86 lbs. Yes, that is small.
Let’s jump over to the USA, shall we? A couple in Nebraska wanted to adopt one more time. They had two sons born biologically and two adopted daughters already. Mom wanted to adopt once more after this one. She was asking Dad if they could adopt just once more after this, so this baby wouldn’t be alone. Then they got the phone call. It was the adoption agency, who said "Sit down. It’s twins." Then my big siblings screamed and jumped
up and down and went and woke up my oldest brother who was sleeping at the time. Mom and Dad and grandparents and siblings went to the Denver airport and picked us up. And that was the last boring minute of their lives. Haha. My sister was nine months old, and I was nine months plus the difference ’cause I’m older :D (don’t know by how much). That is my story, or the beginning of it.
Now here’s what I have to say: One, I have people ask me if I know who my "real" parents are. I say, "they’re at home", or "over there (pointing)" and then ask if they mean my biological parents. I’ve never met them.
People don’t mean any harm, they’re just curious. I’m not going to get up in the face and lecture people who ask about my "real" parents, but I do want to say, when you are adopted, you are not their adopted child, you are their child. They are not my adoptive parents, they are my parents. They are the ones who raised me and love me and taught me about God. They are
the ones I see every day. They are my real parents.
Here’s the second thing I have to say: I am a Christian. But if you are/were single and have/had kids, I want to say I’m not going to jump on you and condemn you. I was born to an unmarried eighteen year old in a place where premarital kids are not good, but here I am, typing away. My mom was born to a seventeen year old, but here she is, weed-wacking the yard. I am
not going to condemn you, I am going to thank you right now. As an "oops" baby, I thank you for not aborting. If you are in a difficult pregnancy situation, and do not want the baby, I would beg you to please consider adoption as an alternative to abortion. I love my real parents and they love me.
I’m going to add that I am not saying that birth-moms and birth-dads aren’t/can’t be part of their child’s life. I would not be here, if not for my birth-parents. But for me, the set of parents I consider my parents, are the one who raised me. Anyway, that’s my first wattpad story that’s not a poem.
The End.
NEVERMIND! P.S
See, this explains why I LOVE family resemblance! 4/6 of the kids in my family are adopted and look NOTHING like Mom and Dad, so seeing my friends with their siblings and parents is AWESOME! You all look alike! HOW?! Lol
By Notusedusername1.