Personal Narrative: My Adoption

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Growing up I was an only child up until the time my parents divorced. Around the age of four, my father remarried. Kelley, my stepmother, had a son from her previous marriage, named Gabe who was six months younger in comparison to me. To this day, it is very difficult to cope with the idea of a second mom and a brother who I saw half the week and barely knew. As I matured, days became routine and almost awkward in a sense, due to the fact that Kelley and I had a difficult time getting along. When I was around the age of 12 my father and Kelley asked Gabe and I to come to the living room to discuss something important. “This might sound insane,” started my dad, “but what do you two think of us adopting?” Gabe and I immediately lit up with smiles on our faces as we processed the mind-boggling idea. We both agreed that the idea was astonishing and I was exceptionally excited because I would now have a sibling I could fully get to know. …show more content…

We started the journey with a Christian organization called “Caring for Kids” in Hudson, Ohio. Throughout the process, we were surprised with home studies and annual checks of legitimate documents (birth certificates), in order to show we were qualified. The next step was making a family photo album to give to mothers who were incarcerated so they could see a small fraction of who their baby would be living with. Weeks went by and one afternoon Kelley received a phone call while grocery shopping at Giant Eagle. The agency told her we were a match! The news was utterly overwhelming and made our hearts ecstatic in preparation for a new addition to the family. Once it was completely set in stone we planned a baby shower, just as one would if they were conceiving their own baby. The shower brought fellowship and happiness from all of our friends and family as we waited for the sweet baby to be

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