There were two paths in front of me, and I wandered off onto my own path. We all have paths to take, but do we ever travel our own? My past will never change; half of me is happy because I’m proud of who I am. The other half is lost in memories that I hold close. Memories like my older sister, Deedee, singing to me as I dozed off to sleep to her voice. Her voice was like angels singing. Now it's just memories that are slowly fading. I can't,and I won't, forget the bad memories, but I try to remember the good fortune that I had, like the day I was adopted, and meeting Audrey.
The bad remarks people told me bleed though my thoughts. People hated that I dreamed of a family. They told me I wouldn't be adopted. They would tell me,“Don't dream” and “no one wants people like you.” They were wrong! People like me have a story to tell, and dreams to fill. It's just that people like me don't move forward. We always look at what people say. We don't trust a lot of people, or we just trust ourselves. People like me give up on what we love. When we hit the bottom and can't get up we think no one is there, so we give up. But living around people like my dad, Phil, makes me realize he would do anything to get me back up, and I know my mom would do the same. My whole adopted family would help me if I hit the bottom and was lost. I know my super best friend Audrey would be there to help as well. My path is to be myself, dream and write downs the things I have seen. The cruel man that gave me life also gave me a story to tell.
The bad remarks people told me bleed though my thoughts. People hated that I dreamed of a family. They told me I wouldn't be adopted. They would tell me,“Don't dream” and “no one wants people like you.” They were wrong! People like me have a story to tell, and dreams to fill. It's just that people like me don't move forward. We always look at what people say. We don't trust a lot of people, or we just trust ourselves. People like me give up on what we love. When we hit the bottom and can't get up we think no one is there, so we give up. But living around people like my dad, Phil, makes me realize he would do anything to get me back up, and I know my mom would do the same. My whole adopted family would help me if I hit the bottom and was lost. I know my super best friend Audrey would be there to help as well. My path is to be myself, dream and write downs the things I have seen. The cruel man that gave me life also gave me a story to tell.
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