Adoption is giving life, after life is given.
Family is those who share life with you.
Identity is your character when alive and your legacy when you pass.
I am adopted.... or so they tell me. But my real identity is being a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother and an American just like you.
I wish people knew you don’t have to have answers about your past to build your future.
My advice is if you have adopted children and natural-born children, speak no different, show no difference, treat no different, love no different.
I want to tell you I am my mother and father’s daughter forever and my biological parents’ memory.
I’m proud to be adopted because it gives me a story but doesn’t define my story.
I was abandoned, left under a tree, and found at “about” a week old in India. I don’t know the story, I don’t have any biological family. I don’t know if they left me out of love or hate. I don’t know my birthday if I have siblings, or 44 years later if my biological family is alive or dead. What I do know is I am an American through and through. I was raised a Smith, experienced life to the fullest, and wouldn’t change a minute. The first year of my life, up until I was adopted, is a story that could be told by someone out there. It’s a story I will probably never hear, but it is proof that family is not genes or blood. It is truly who holds you near to your heart. -Nadina