Blessed Adoptive Life Essay

A Blessed Adoptive Life Often, there is a significant event in someone’s life that gives their life purpose or has a significant meaning. For Sandra Cisneros that happened when her father was finally able to read one of her stories and show her how proud he was of his “Only Daughter”. My significant life event happened when I found out that I am adopted. The realization of being an adopted child can be filled with many mixed emotions and at the same time be a blessing for a parent and a child. It all started back in the year of 1987 when I was only two years old. My Honduran mother met a Hispanic man in the United States. Shortly after, they married and had a baby girl of their own. For several years we were the average family living in

My sister and I left to live in Houston with my mother for some time, but we had a strong desire to live with my father instead. After all, his family was the only family we grew up to know in the early years of our childhood. We had no other family besides my mother in Houston. My sister was sent to live with my father at my grandparents’ house at first and I had to stay and live with my mother. Although I loved, and still do love my mother very much, I wanted to live with my father as well. My father begged my mother to let me live with him and it seemed like forever until she finally gave in. At the time, I could not understand why my sister was allowed to live with my father and I was not. It was not until a few years later that I found out the reason my mother was so hesitant in allowing me to go live with my father. It was because I am his adoptive

They were shrimpers at the time and out at sea for several months at a time. My sister and I along with my cousins were the average young kids. We played outside together, we shared rooms, and had our share of happy as well as not so happy moments. The most significant life moment for me being the day my oldest cousin blurted out to me in anger that I was adopted. I remember that day as it were yesterday. I was 13 years old and we were outside of my grandparents’ house on a bright sunny day. For whatever reason, we got into an argument, and she told me “your dad isn’t even your real dad”. I felt shocked, sad, confused, and embarrassed all at the same time. My sister then went inside the house to tell everyone what was going on outside. My father quickly came out and told me he needed to talk to me about