While growing up, I always looked up to my parents and saw the love they had for me. After some years, I got to know that I was adopted. I began to hate them for everything they did for me, not realizing that they were the ones who accepted me into their family and loved me like there own daughter. I remember packing my things to go back to my biological mother – the one who gave birth to me. By that time, she had already married someone else. I met her but there was no connection at all. She told me that she had to give me up because she was young and my dad had passed away. But she didn’t seem happy to see me. So we went our separate ways. However, I realized that my parents who adopted me really loved me. My dad who adopted me always told me that my mom did not sleep for 3 months because I was sick most of the time. They had to run to the hospital and call people in the middle of the night to check on me. My mom became sick and exhausted, but she didn’t give up on taking care of me. Well, today both my dad and mom who adopted me are no more, but I know they’ve truly loved me from the bottom of their heart and protected me. Looking back at my life, I can see where I am today. I’m a mother of a 4- month old baby boy. Whenever I look at my son, I miss my parents. It makes me appreciate my mom, who took me in and took care of me from the day she adopted me. She taught me how to love.
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