Looking Back on Being Adopted
...s so glamorous and luxurious, all because I never had any of that. That was the only way I could make friends. I was constantly teased by these friends but I continued to be nice to them. Why? Sadly, they were the only friends that I had. I also felt it wasn’t my place to be mean to someone back just because they were mean to me. So now I was here in a new state with a new “mom” and my sister. Well let me straighten things out. This “mom” is actually my aunt, and this new state was Maryland. Now when I looked at a map, I became so furious. This state “Maryland” was halfway across the world. Maybe not in reality, but it sure did fell like it. This state would actually turn out to be a little over 1200 miles away from the state that I knew ad home. Aww… sweet memories of 3rd grade. It was HORRIBLE starting a new school, in a new state halfway in the year because all the friend groups were made and no one wanted me in their friendship group. They called me “spoiled California brat.” Those kid were so mean to me that I went home crying at least 3 times a week. In a way, this made me the overly “super sensitive” person that I am today. I can still imagine the kids pushing me off the swings, and hitting me, throwing sand in my face, and pulling my hair. I adjust very well, don’t you think? Elementary school wasn’t always so bad though. I eventually made friends and was known as a nice person around our school. Even though I would sometimes still be teased and ridiculed in school, it wasn’t as bad as when I had first arrived. I was now a straight A and B student, and I enjoyed playing outside after homework and TV, but that was al about to change. Now there were…rules to follow. When you are a kid in foster care, your host family can make rules, but you aren’t entitled to follow them. I was never told “NO” or forced to do anything that I did not want to do. Now, here I was used to making my own decisions and doing whatever I wanted to, and suddenly I felt myself in a lose-lose situation. Soon, there was no TV Monday- Thursday, no outside either. I had to clean my room twice a week, wash dishes, eat healthy, etc. It was a wakeup call. Then the unthinkable happened. I wanted a huge list of thing for Christmas and I was told, “No.” I cried for hours because that hurt really badly. I told myself she was the meanest person in the world and how i...