For the first ten years, I’ve been the only child. In the spring of 2006, my adoptive parents brought home another child. She was adopted from China.
I was excited.
As a family, we began to incorporate the Chinese culture into our lives. We spent each Chinese New Year at festivals, took Mandarin lessons, and much more.
I wish we did similar things to celebrate where I was from.
After a few years, things took a different turn. My adoptive parents started telling me that they wished they had brought home another girl instead of me.
It felt as if my closest support group had disappeared.
Over the years, I’ve dealt with multiple problems including anxiety, depression, and mood disorder.
In high school, I was continuously criticized to the point of harming myself.
I could not understand why someone who wanted me so badly would treat me with such hatred.
It was hard to find who I truly was.
Today, I am proud of the life I have created and the relationships I have built.
I'm proud that I am much more than what others thought I would be.