As a young, naive child, I remember the times when I was overwhelmed with emotions from knowing I was adopted. Some people think nothing of it, but honestly, it makes a person question so much about him or herself. My parents decided to tell me the news when I was quite young and I respected them for that, however, I had many questions any adopted child would have.
My most memorable moment from my childhood would be the time I cried at night. I was alone in my parents room and for some reason I became lost in thought . Since I was an only child, I was used to being alone. Some questions I started thinking included, “Who are my parents?” and “Why did they not want me?” Those questions were heartbreaking to a little girl, such as myself, to think of. I never thought of adoption as unusual or not common, but deep inside, I knew my situation was not like every other person.
School was where I primarily had to inform my peers about my adoption. It was quite repetitive, especially since I was the only one, out of a grade of approximately eighty students, who was not blood related to their parents. Even elementary school projects bothered me, where I had to do an ordinary family tree or something similar to that. Putting …show more content…
It was a chance for me to start over, but I also knew it was another place for me to inform others about my ‘situation’. One moment that I will never forget occurred in my history class during my sophomore year. My teacher, classmates, and I were possibly talking about immigration or the topic of American citizenship. Nonetheless, he specifically called on me and asked me, “Celine, what ethnicity are you?” After he asked me about my ethnicity, he mentioned to me something about my parents, like if they were natural born citizens or something along the lines of when did they come to America. I awkwardly replied and at that very moment I wanted to disappear or walk out of the