My name is Abby growing up I was labeled as that black girl. I was adopted at 5 days old by this white couple . Growing up rasied an in all white town was hard. I was the only black girl in my town , the one black girl in my school ,and the only black girl who was ever to say that she lived in a 14 bed room house. I lived in molly hills. Every day was a struggle. I always wondered who my real parents where,and why they they gave me up for adoption.
At age 10 we flew to California to meet my biological dad. I remember it like it was yesterday. When I first saw him it was like I knew him all my life. I started to cry because I looked just like him and he reminded me of myself . Whenever we started to talk I ask him where was my mom, and why she wasn't here. He stared at the floor and tears rolled down his face he told me that my mom died . When my mom went into labor with she was having problems. The doctors told her that she had a chance. ( a chance for what) A chance to live. It would either would have been me or her . She risked her life to have me and even though I'll never have a chance to meet my mom ,I can tell she loved me very much.
My dad said he never wanted to give me up for adoption. He wanted to keep me because he was adopted his self . I wasn't giving up because he couldn't afford it but I was giving up because he felt guilt, he felt like he was the reason my mom choose to risk her life because he wanted a baby. He told me he wouldn't have had time for me, because he works for the FBI and he travles worldwide. He had wanted to have a closed adoption he didn't want for me to feel like I'm his second option . He wanted the best for me .... Adoption was best for me.
Now that I'm 35 years old I will never forget how I was always labeled as that black girl. My husband is white and my children are biracial. I can see them going through some of the stuff that I went through but being labeled as that black girl helped me out alot . I AM ABBY
