Adoptee to Birth Mom to Orphan Advocate
I'm seven years old. My mom and stepdad ask me if I want to be adopted—to have the same last name they do. Of course I do! And now, not only will we share a last name, but my mom's husband, whom I've been calling by his first name since I was four years old, will now be DAD!
It took a while to get used to a new last name, but I was so proud to tell everyone that my DAD ADOPTED ME! People even told us we looked alike. We always smiled and said thank you. Of course we look alike...I'm his daughter! I would think. And it didn't even matter that he wasn't my biological father. The love he showed me in choosing to be my dad linked us for life.
I'm 21 years old. I'm graduating from college and getting ready to start my life as an adult in the real world. And guess what? I'm pregnant.
I didn't know it at the time. I found out at five weeks, and I remember thinking, I