Adoption

I remember when I was very young my mom would tell me how I became to be to be who I am today. The first time she told me this she started like "Would you like to know how you ended up here?" And I would say yes. She said that every time she would have a baby in her stomach he or she would die immediately. So she decided to go to Colombia because some uncles of her live their and she wanted to make an adoption. She wanted two kids no matter if it's a boy or girl. Then she would end "And that's how I got you". Two years after adopting me, another baby girl who turned out to be my sister was also adopted. As I got older I asked my mom to tell me the story again but she never told me the story again. I guess she just waited until I was older so I could understand it.

But the sad part is the fact that the people I was born from probably didn't care about me so they just left me in a hospital. But the truth behind this is that she was a 15 year old girl that had me in her stomach and she just couldn't take care of me. So she let me go. I haven't even seen a picture of them. I don't know who I was born from... I hear people say I don't look like my sister or any of my parents. So I have to explain the reason. But who could of known that this Panamanian family would adopt me. What would of happen to me? What would become of me? Would I be like I am right now?