At first glance, the life as an adopted child might be seen as a gift. A true survivor, the adopted child may have triumphed over abuse or even death. Through unexpected circumstance an orphaned child and childless parent are introduced, and so begins the play within which they are players.
My name is Krishna, and I am 42 years old, and at 3 weeks of age I was adopted. I’ve always known that I was adopted; as a young child, my adoptive parents incorporated my arrival to the family into bedtime…
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Posted on August 4, 2008 at 9:00pm — 3 Comments
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I didn't think your story a bit raw at all. I couldn't stop reading it.
I find myself going back and rewriting my stuff too. I think it's the perfectionist in us writers. Or something. It just means you're the write stuff girl.
xoxoxo,
PeeJay
xoxoxo,
PeeJay