No Heads At My Table

In my experience, there is no difference in my bloodline and my "adoptedline".

As of today, I have neither. There is no one to call mom and dad. There is no one to call uncle and aunt. There is no one to call sister and brother. I am alone when it comes to family. My Thanksgiving did not consist of sitting at a table with a family that bought me nor a family that pawned me.

So what is the difference? What was my life with an adopted family suppose to be like? I ask myself because in my experience, I ended up being without either blood and adopted lines in my life.

The adoption accomplishment is questionable now on both ends!
Questionable on the pawn side because I was told I was given up to get a better life. I was told it was so that I would have the love and caring from a good home and family.
Questionable on the buyer side because I was told they wanted a little girl to love and care for. I was told they wanted me to have everything a mother and father could give a child including honesty, trust and support.

If being adopted means waking up one day and feeling like you've being thrown away like the receipt they received for buying you, then I say that child should have been left in foster care.
If being with your pawnee family and waking up one day feeling like you only exists in money and material gain, then I say that child should have been sent to foster care.

The purpose of family is the support, the love, and the caring. All reasons to be very thankful for. That's why at Thanksgiving real families (no matter how you became family) go around the table and share what they are thankful for. Most of the time every table head (moms and dads) say they are thankful for their families.

Well I ask myself what in the world happened because I have NO HEADS at either end of my table!