The Waiting GameA Story by VertigoingnowhereFinding who you are is one of the great challanges in life you dont learn it right away But i might know who i am, but everyday of my life i have wondered where i came from I could be German, Native Amercain, Italian, i Dont know. The long forlorn wait to be eighteen is hard. Going everyday not knowing half of who i am and where i came from You see i was adopted when i was about three months old. It was a closed adoption which means my file is sealed and cannot be open for any circumstances until i turn eighteen. It really is hard learning Genitics in Biology Class. I cant participait When we made family trees in 5th grade it was hard for me. I was told i have two brothers and one sister. they are probably in their thirties now. i still long to meet them. I wonder what my mother looks like on a daily basis What she likes or liked to do. What was she good at Did she suck at math like i do? I hate having all these Questions spinning around in my head and them not being answered. I guess all i can do is wonder for now. I hate waiting, but FInding out who i am is worth waiting for © 2012 VertigoingnowhereReviews
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Added on February 10, 2012Last Updated on February 10, 2012 AuthorVertigoingnowhereSarasota, FLAboutMy name is Hannah. I am 18 years old and a senior in high school. To my wonderment I am survived it. These are my adventurers and devestations as I stand my ground, cuss out society and of course, th.. more..Writing
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