Adoption - Personal Narrative

Adoption - Personal Narrative

My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I

still refuse to believe she has gone. During my mothers last few

weeks, her face totally changed; cancer is such a terrible disease.

Why did she have to leave me to cope with all this on my own? It is so

messy.

Apparently there was a big secret that I would find out. A short while

before she passed away, my mother said that I had to read her will and

I would find out what it was. Couldn't be half as bad as she was

making it out I thought. But back then; I couldn't of even dreamt of

what was to happen to me.

I burst out crying. I was scared, hurt and felt like no one. I had

been adopted. I looked at the papers and still couldn't understand.

Why, what and when? I loved my mother with all my heart; living with

her for 14 years wasn't just a way to pass time, it was my life.

Should I even attempt to track down my biological mother? I felt

guilty even thinking it. Nervous, shocked and determined I decided

would go on a mission to find out who she was. I had to, It was very

scary. I rang all the agencies and finally got sent information on

her. They posted me " mrs.Blakes" address and I was to see her the

following week. Was I making the right decision? At that moment it

seemed to be.

I lay in bed thinking. It was weird my life had changed so much in one

week. What was going to happen now? Tomorrow was the day…I gulped and

thought about it. That night seemed to last forever.

The morning I was dreading had came. My heart was filled with mixed

emotions. Leaving the house I bit my fingernails and prayed. I looked

at the map, w...

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...but why shouldn't

she be? She is my mother after all, even if I hadn't seen her for

fourteen years.

I sat in that same sofa for six hours. Listening to a lot of

explanations and hearing a lot of stories was beginning to confuse me.

I still couldn't believe it all. My head was aching; it all felt like

far too much shock and excitement for one day. Things really didn't

seem to turn out bad though.

Well, it's been two months and I'm sitting in a boring maths lesson

writing this amazing story. Life is so different and I have had to

adjust with a lot of things. I will always miss my mother though. My

new parents are absolutely great! Whoops! Speaking of parents, here

comes my dad; I know I should be paying attention in his lessons! My

dad sure is nice but having him as a teacher- well that's another

story!