My Adoption Day Narrative

Although I was young, I remember the day It happened. I was congratulated and welcomed by a bunch of unfamiliar faces, I was trying to get to know. On my adoption day, I was young, but old enough to know what was happening and somewhat my circumstance. I was a four year-old girl who knew I got taken from my parents, and other family I lived with in the past. Although I wasn't distraught because I was young and these new people were so nice, I still felt the need to stick by the side of my biological brother and sister who too, were getting adopted. As time went on, I had slowly begun to forget small details about my past and had grown accustomed to living with my new family, who loved me. But, when my mind began to expand possibilities, I started to realize I was nothing like these people. My adoptive sister, younger than me by one year, was so much like my mom. She was organized, made lists, plans and always got perfect grades. I on the other hand, was not into making lists or being perfect. This set me aside from my mom and sister because she would always get mad at me for not making lists or always being organized because my sister was. I always remember my mom saying "Emily, just because you are not my blood doesn't mean you can't have the same similarities in traits." Although this was true, I

Even though they might have been trying to be polite, there is unanswered questions floating around the air that sets me aside from other people. When I was in elementary school, I would always hang out with my adoptive sister; she was blonde and I was dark brunette. This would mind boggle younger kids because they didn’t understand the concept about how she can be my sister, if we don’t look anything alike. I always got asked that dumb question. “Why don’t you look like your sister?.” I would usually just ignore them in fear of being categorized as the “kid who is