Personal Narrative: My Adoption

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I was born on May 18th, 1998. However, I've always celebrated two special days. One my birthday, and the other my coming home day. I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was seven months old, and came home on Christmas Eve. Whenever my parents tell me the story of my coming home day, they always make sure to include how when we got back to MA from the airport in New York, my Nana went to the wrong house because she was so excited, and I hoisted myself up next to our couch and started walking. Growing up adopted was hard considering how the information in my file was never enough, but it was even harder because I was Korean. As a child, I never understood why I was bullied for looking different. My eyes were slanted and my skin was dark. …show more content…

I am an extremely head strong independent person and I always have been. I believe I inherited these personality traits from my mom, but I always wonder what I got from my birth mother. She was 20 when she decided to give me up for adoption, something I don't know if I could ever do. I used to ask myself all the time how and why someone could give up their child if they truly loved them. I was hateful towards her for an extremely long time and just recently came to terms with it. In 2012, my family and I took a trip to South Korea with a tour group, and it was a life changing experience for me. I was able to see and experience my birth country and I will treasure that forever. The temples were breathtaking even after seeing hundreds of them, and I loved being in a place where I one hundred percent fit in. I was surrounded by people that looked like me, for once I wasn’t the odd one out. During this trip, I had the opportunity to meet my foster mother which was absolutely amazing. Even though it had been over thirteen years since I had last seen her, I could feel a connection between the two of us. I also went to a mother’s home where mothers in waiting stayed. I got to play with little babies and they made my heart melt and reach out to …show more content…

For years, I questioned why, why did my birth mother give me up, why didn’t she love me? But seeing those mothers in waiting, tears pouring from their eyes as they asked us questions like, will my child have a good life? Will they be cared for, treated well, and most importantly, loved as if they are your own birth child? I started to realize my birth mother did what she did for me. And only me. She wanted me to have a better life, and no matter how much she loved me, she wasn’t going to stand in the way of what could be my future. No matter how many times I heard “she did what she did because she loved you” it never truly sank in, and because of that, I was confused and a bit hateful. Hearing actual mothers in the same spot as my birth mother had been in, helped me realize she really did love me. I had fully come to terms with why my birth mother did what she did. Even if I don’t really know the full story of what she was going through, I do know that she wasn’t in the position to care for a child and she loved me. I am so thankful she gave me up for adoption, especially when the question of abortion may have been in the back of her head at one point or another. I will forever love my birth family and cherish the Korean background I

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