A story of a boy who has lived a life of so many unanswered questions. The feeling of absence is surrounding him, only leaving him clueless in the dark still searching for what needs to be answered. That boy is me. Yeah, it might seem odd that i'm writing this, but ehhh, I said i'd give it a try.
Well, since living in Ohio my whole life, I haven't really felt the feeling of traveling or being able to say I've been there. If you wondering, yes. I have many questions I would like to ask. Such as, why did my mom get rid of me? or, why she never attempted to see me? The feeling of being unwanted sucks, and i've typically gotten used to it. But, before we get into that. Let me tell you about my life other and the shitty parts.
Ive lived in hamilton basically my whole life. Which isn't the best experience. Ive made a lot of friends throughout the years, and some have stayed loyal, but the others... Not so much. Since I was younger i've been into sports. Ive played a few here and there, but my mains one are football and baseball. I recently quit my football career to follow my dream of a professional baseball player, but thats another story. As my adopted mom, she encourages me to do the best I can in everything I try to do. She wasn't so happy when I told her I wanted to stick to baseball, but ehh... Oh well. With the friends I've made, I have made enemies, and exes as well. Two things you don't want in your life, but hatred and unbonded relationships come naturally with life and i've learned to deal with it. But, some bonds can be brought back to life with loyalty and trust. As a soon to be freshmen in high school, I have to keep my grades in school so I can go to a good college and shit like that. Haha, but enough about me. Lets get into the actually story.
As a young boy, I've always wanted to meet my dad. To see what its like to have that fatherly figure in your life to look up too. When I started growing up, I noticed and felt the feeling depression set in because I don't even know his first name. I'm not trying to make this a sob story, but if it happens. I apologize in advance.
When I was 7 I got adopted. From this amazing girl named Jennifer. She has been the greatest mom to me, and I'm happy to have her. But, The feeling of not knowing your real mother can be depressing at first. I know that might sound bad, but think about it from my point of view.
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A Book Left Unread.
Kurgu OlmayanA story about a boy, his life, his experience's, his sorrows, and his achievements. I apologize in advance.
