Dear the adopted,

It is hard knowing that you were adopted. Trust me, I know what it feels like. It is hard to know that someone gave you up. I was adopted at three months old. The people who adopted me are my great aunt and uncle. During my childhood, I did not know. I found out when I was five. I was at my uncle Wilber’s funeral and I met one of my younger sisters. That’s when I got told that I was adopted.

I often wonder what my life would have been like if I stayed with biological mother. I am the oldest of five girls, one of which stayed with my birth mother. I recently met Lala and the woman that gave birth to me. After that meet, I decided that I like the way my life is. I am telling you this because I want to help. Even though I’m not an adult, I remember the feelings of pain and want. You are lucky that you have a family that cares, even though they are not you’re real parents.

You’re friend,
Victoria, age 13