Unloved to Loved: The Story of an Adopted Child

The Younger Years

Everyone knows at least one adopted person in their life. But only those of us adopted know how hard it can be to meld into a new family. It's something that adopting parents feel should come naturally over time for those of us adopted. Those of you whom haven't been adopted may not understand just how much of a burden we feel like we are.

However this is not a book about me ranting this is a biography about my childhood. In hopes that it will shed light on adoption and abuse. I hope you enjoy this book.

I was born June 1st, 1999 into the family of red-headed step children. Indeed we are all socities throw aways. When I was born Momma was just 16 indeed a young woman. However she had no idea that in a few short years the good times she had with her first child would be abruptly ended for a long time.

Until I was 3 I loved to chew things, get into trouble, not share, all of the normal toddler things. Just as most toddlers do, I had a favorite animal during this time his name was Addict. He was a cat that had a blue tail and a blue spot on his back, but was mostly white and he was an addict for chicken. He was my favorite cat and the one that kept me calm most days, but mostly kept me from getting in trouble.

As well during my first couple years of life we were moved around a lot, to keep me safe from my biological father and my grandad. They were both abusive and never understood just what it was to have a child or a grand child. It was hard at first but we got used to it and became quite good at just up and leaving.

When I was 2 I got my first sibling and I wanted to be the perfect big brother. Momma told me it was up to me to be the big one, and to take care of my Sissy while she was gone during the day. I played with her all day gave her bottles and made her laugh. I had a good young childhood... Until I turned 3 that is.