Lost And Forgotten Innocence Comments

The world can be cruel, especially to innocent children who don't deserve to suffer the way I did. Being taken away from my mother at six was traumatizing enough, but being separated from my brother and placed into a foster home made it worse. Three years of adjusting and growing close to my foster parents felt like an eternity, but it was nothing compared to the news our social worker brought that fateful day.

Adopted? The word sounded foreign and unnatural to me. I already had a mother who loved us, and I couldn't bear the thought of calling someone else 'Mommy.' The idea of having new parents with new names felt like an identity theft. I had a name already, one that my mother had given me and I was proud of. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. The happiness I had found in my foster home was at stake, and I didn't know what to do.
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