Today consisted of me imagining what my life could have been if I wasn't adopted, I remember from all those years ago when my best friend use to constantly give up my hopes on finding my biological parents and she knew them personal, I found myself always thinking about how who they are? Do they remember me? Or do they even still exist? Every time I'm out with friends I always think that they could be the people just across the street, will I ever meet them?, will they want to meet me? Are they how I imagined? Are they anything like me? Questions that I might never get answered. I saw this add for this show called who am I, about the stories of other adopted people meeting their real families, I tell myself that one day I will meet them in this life or the next. I often go outside at night and gaze at the stars and think to myself"some where they are under this same sky". One question beams around in my mind continuously" Who are they?" People say that they bet that my mother is really beautiful and kind and my father would be tall and strong, bold and brace. To be honest I don't care who they are as long as I meet them one day.
