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| So this is how the story goes.... | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 12-23-97 | ||||||||||||||||||||
| "So many things going through my head from the moment i roll out of bed...The parents i am with are mine. But, to a person walking down the street i look like a lost kid. But is it my fault that i have two different parents that make me look unnormal, unlike everyone else? | ||||||||||||||||||||
| I look at my friends and there families, they all resemble eachother. But i walk into a store and hear the clerk asking where is this childs parents, what if she breaks something? yes, i hear it, but ignore it, run to my dad and grab his hand. He smiles, and i swallow the lump in my throat, and smile back. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| I go shopping with a friend, and come to the realization that, my friend looks more like my parents than i do. oh my." | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 12-27-99 | ||||||||||||||||||||
| " Its bad enough not knowing what my biological parents look like, but to have parents whom i look nothing like is hard. To see the look on peoples faces when they learn i have completely white parents, they look in disbelief, and then i have to explain, i am a bi-racial, adopted girl. and then there eyes look in pity, and they say awe, poor girl. hmm, i wonder why i have learned to think this is a wierd, unnaccepted thing. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| I sit and wonder sometimes, which of my parents was dark, and light. and a brand new question just popped into my head, did they not want me because i was a dark baby, or not dark enough? were they embarrassed of me? ashamed of what THEY created?...well that is just too bad for them, they're the ones missing out. | ||||||||||||||||||||
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