Past

I remember when I first asked my mom what adoption was, she told me “when a mom and a dad love their baby and aren't able to help it grow up right, they would put set the baby up for adoption.” I asked that question because when I lived in Cheektuwaga my best friend Kamiri had told me that he was adopted and I had no clue what that meant. So than I asked “well who takes care of the baby then?” She replied “the mom and dad who decide they want a baby and don't want to wait a long time.” To my astonishment I had told her about my friend and how he was telling me he was adopted because his his skin is dark and his mom and dads skin is white. And she told me that yes he most likely was and that there was nothing wrong with that. Then from that day on, I wanted to adopt a baby brother and I wasn’t going to stop until I got one. I would constantly say to her “don't you want to help a little baby and let it stay with us?” I even offered to take care of it. Being about 7 and naive I thought it was going to be as easy as playing with him and feeding him. She would always tell me it was harder then that and I would never believe her. I just wanted a brother in the worst way. Seeing I grew up on a street of all senior citizens who were retired and had on children. And the only I got to play with kids my age were when we drove all the way out to Alden to see my moms best friend Sue and her daughters son. Obviously that wasn't allot seeing its about a 20 minute ride. She knew I was bored and had no one to play with most of the time and felt bad. Until one day I overheard my mom and Sue talking about my mom and I moving out to Alden and me switching schools. I was never so excited in my life ! Then after that talk it all went uphill from there. We moved and I had friends all over to play with and my mom and I were both just much happier. And here I am today.