Family is family.
The Chosen One
My parents told me I was adopted when I was really little, probably around when I was 8 years old. I didn’t exactly know what it meant but they told me that they chose me because I was special to them.
As soon as I found out, I walked around school telling my friends and other kids that I was “The Chosen One.” Needless to say, I got picked on quite a bit after that, but as I got older, I understood more and more what that meant and why it happened. I wouldn’t have changed how I was told. [deleted account]
Two of a Kind
My parents have told me that I was adopted since I was old enough to understand. The main thing that sucks is finding out about my twin sister that my mom didn’t give up. Like.. what was wrong with me? It isn’t that bad though. (Obliviouslylurking)
I’ve always known. Even before I was able to comprehend that I was adopted, my parents would always tell me that my birth parents loved me so much that they wanted a better life for and and that’s why I was adopted, by two people who wanted me and would love me unconditionally. I was adopted from China, thus the one child policy, I always saw my adoption as a positive and forget I am. Later growing up I realized that I could have been unwanted (for being a girl) and brown out but that did not change how I felt about my situation. I’m here now and love my parents, I even have the same quirks and some medical conditions as them, how funny. (atomic_butterfly)