adoption

Fact, I was not an American citizen when I was born. I was born in Italy . You know how some people say, “O h yeah . I grew up in Italy , I’m a guidette. ” Well , I probably would have been able to say that, if I grew up in Italy . I was flown to the S tates the 2nd week of my life. I was only a baby. I was flown over with my mother, my real mother. You might ask what I mean when I say real mother. Well, that is a very reasonable question considering most people only have one mother. I have two and possibly even mor e (my dad could have married a different woman)considering I know nothing about my birth parents. By now you should be adding it all together that question in your mind that you had since you started reading this. I gave you the formula for your question and now I’ll give you the answer. The answer is yes ,I’m adopted. I wish I could tell you stories about my birth parents and are the crazy things that happened to me growing up in Italy, but unfortunately those stories never happened. Here’s what did I arrived to my current parents by air . No , I do not have wings, and no , I was not carried in by a stork (sex education for kids) .I nstead , I was flown in on an airplane and driven to the hospital. I there i met two of the most meaningful people in my life Anne S laughter , Andrew and Joseph Jerald Andrew. I went from being called by Maria Isabella Lombardi Corlarelli to Meredith Slaughter Andrew. All it took was the pair of arms that held me and a name change to completely rebuild who I was and make me into the person I am today. When I turned two , my parents left me with my babysitter named Angie . They said they had something important to pick up and I really wanted to know what it was . What the heck was so important? I would know soon enough and, oh boy ,was it a surprise. In front of me was a little blond bab was fat and crying. They told me they were going to call it W ill. I remember thinking ,“O h okay .T hat’s great . T his thing will stay for a little bit , but it will go back from where it came from in no time. ” Little did I know that this blond chubby baby was my brother attention - hog who wouldn’t stop crying. I’ll tell you more about my brother later. Anyways , back to my parents. I learned to love these people. I was raised by them and t hey were the only mommy and daddy I knew of until I found my birth certificate. I remember Going through my parent ’ s bathroom to find cough medicine, I was looking through all of the cabinets and I finally go to the bottom row and there it was. Not the cough syrup, the certificate. WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH just woah. I remember thinking that I had a sister named Maria . So not cool. Then I read past the name on the certificate and saw the word adoption. I was only in 1st grade so I had no idea what this word was. I asked my parents about it and they looked at me as if they were hiding something. It turns out they were. They were hiding the fact that I have a completely different family and in a completely different country. No big deal, nothing big or anything. reaction) Back to the familythe whole family. We are called the Andrew family. Its funny how we call ourselves a family when there are no blood ties what so ever. I t ’ s Funny how things work out in the end.
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