Adoption-Personal Narrative Analysis

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My family is not my blood family, but with how close we all are sometimes I forget. From the moment my parents thought we were mature enough, they told us we were adopted, but they never really told us our “story” until this year. My adopted parents had two miscarriages and because they wanted kids so bad, they decided to adopt. My sister was adopted at eighteen months, my brother at sixteen months, and I was adopted at five days old. All three of us have our own stories on why we were adopted, but mine is uniquely different. The day I was born my biological mother left me. She swaddled me up in blankets and set me on a bench near the entrance of the hospital, knowing that the nurses would walk by and see me. That same day at around seven

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