Thank you

This blog is dedicated to those individuals who chose me to be a part of their family. I thank them for making it possible for the memories to write this blog. I commend them for creating the memories that gave me the strength to express myself through writing. Most of all, I am grateful to be able to share my experience with my readers.

Without my past, there would be nothing to share

To my children:
You are my loved ones, my babies. You are the three best blessings that God could have given me. I love you and am thankful for your support and shoulders through everything

Sunday, October 23, 2011

A Hard Pill To Swallow

Finding out your mother and father are not who you thought they were for years is a hard pill to swallow. As a child, my parents were my protectors, my best friends, my confidants, my trusting loved ones. But at age 15, that all changed for me. Being a normal teenage child, getting into dumb trouble, having a big brother that was jealous, my father finally showed me who he really was. Let me explain: My brother wanted to entertain a girl, who was not allowed in our house by the way, while my parents were out of town so he allowed me to drive his car around all day and half the night (did I mention I was 15). My uncle came home and found that I was not there and the first thing out of my brother's selfish mouth was "I don't know where she is and she stole my car". How did I know this?? Because I was in the house in my room listening, I had to sneak in and park his car on the side of the house so my uncle wouldn't see me driving because I pulled up at the same time as he did. I didn't think my uncle would believe me over a 19 almost 20 year old, so I didn't think the truth mattered. Long story short, my parents were called and when they returned my father did the ultimate life changing event for me at 15. After returning from upstairs, he threw a piece of paper in my face and said "Maybe this is the reason you act the way you do". I began reading the paper "Certificate of Adoption....." Nothing else around me could be heard anymore. I tuned out whatever my father was saying to me as if the paper was taking up all my ear space. As I looked up and back at the paper, my mom had her head down in shame I guess, my brother had his head down, probably trying not to celebrate that he was really their child, and my father was still talking, I just couldn't hear him anymore. At age Fifteen, that was just the beginning of being Adopted Into Deception

1 comment:

  1. This incident is very unfortunate but it has made you a strong and independent woman and mother. As your child I am proud that you have come so far and managed to stay level headed for us. I love you and keep up the good work. I support you no matter what. Let the world see your story and see what a success you are.

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