Personal Narrative: Foster Home

It was January 2002. I was walking home from Newton Street School. I heard loud strikes of thunder, I saw the grayish black sky above me, and I felt my heart coming through my shirt. As we scampered home my mom looked down at me and said, “Baby you know that I love you no matter what, right?” I was just 5 years old so I was clueless to what exactly was going on. I nodded my head in uncertainty and told my mother I loved her more. Just as we arrived to my house located on Bedford Street, my mom began to cry. “Mommy what’s wrong? “ I asked. She just mourned the entire time. I followed my mother into the living room until I came across 2 large suitcases centered on the dining room floor with my favorite teddy bear sitting next to them. I began

to ask more questions, “Mommy why is Mr. Toodles down here?” My mother, still crying, bowed down on her knees right in front of me and declared, “You’re going to be staying with your godparents for a while until I get on my feet.” She cried even louder, which made me cry. We heard a knock on the door.” It’s Mr. Lucas, your case worker,” my mom said with a tight hug and cried as she walked toward the door.
That is my story of how I was adopted at the age of five. My mother was not capable of taking care of me and my other 5 siblings. The day I was given up for adoption was one of the best days of my life. I say that only because I’d rather my mother not struggle to survive. I just wanted to see my mother happy and I was just another concern and problem on her hands. Also I was relieved my mom didn’t have to scrape up money just to feed us and then again I was sad because I was away from my real family, the people I grew to love.
Adoption is a graceful thing it is a blessing. Many people acknowledge that a man and woman who give birth to a child are responsible for the child. Nowadays this isn’t necessarily the case anymore. Many children are guarded by other family members or friends. In fact our government has created adoption in order to meet the needs of a child in which their biological parents are unable to meet. The biological parent is the one who determines the child’s physical characteristics, whereas the legal parents are there to keep the child safe and secure.
I barely bring up the fact that I am a member of an adopted family.

Now I have realized that this is my life. I’ve been tossed from foster home to foster home until I was finally placed in a content home by the age of 8. I often have flashbacks of me and my biological parents but I feel that this is actually what motivates me the most. God does everything for a reason. This is what actually makes me a stronger person. It may be unbelievable but i currently have 26 brothers and sisters. My mom has 10 children 6 girls and 4 boys. My dad has 16 children 12 girls and 4 boys. As i grew up i met each and everyone of them , we have built an unbreakable bond that no one would have ever expected. Being from a very large family i have learned so much throughout my journey. We all had eachothers back. It was not all glory though , we had many bad times , i mean we argued , we fought , we loved , and laughed about it at the end. However , i was unique not only because of who i am but because i am a twin. we were seperated after birth. I have many pictures of us at birth but i cannot remember a single moment we shared. A couple months after i was legally adopted i was informed of my twin sister where i was given a phone number to contact her and information that she lived in Jacksonville,Fl with my great aunt while i lived in Newark,Nj. Everytime i tried calling her i could never reach her. Recently i asked my mom if it was anyway possible that she can help me get in contact with my

twin. A few weeks later she gave me some bad news. I was told that my twin sister had not known she had a twin sister and she had no clue she was adopted. i was devistated. I didn’t want to give up. That was kind of a minor setback for me i felt like we were a step closer to reuniting.
In conclusion , me and my twin sister were the first out of my mom’s children to graduate high school.

Although , i came from a really harsh background and we didn’t have much money i knew i didn’t want to be a statistic. i knew i wanted to be successful so i had to make a tramatic change. i had to focus and i knew going to a college in newark nj i wouldn’t be able to focus. i knew everyone there and every other day someone was being killed. so i decided to save up my money from my job and attend a school where i knew i would be able to focus and accomplish my goal without any

distractions.
The main reason I wanted to attend college was because it was not only what I want but also what my mother would want for me. I could remember her stressing the point to my older siblings how much she wanted her kids to get out of Newark and become someone legendary. I never knew It would be up to me to lead the way. i was ready for what god had planned for me. During high school i received a 3.7 Gpa which lead me to getting accepted to the one of the top hbcu’s in the country. i was more excited than ever. this was the start of a new beginning. i was determined to succeed.I had always had a passion for babies and toddlers so i am currently majoring in nursing , i plan on becoming a pediatrician. This is the first step in accomplishing succeeding.