Dear, Diary

The Beginning

Hello my name is Allen I'm 12 years old and this is the beginning of my life.

I was born in Pennsylvania in a big town. My mom and dad were nice and caring, but they always fought.:'(
My parents were they best and when I turned 1 it all changed. I don't remember much because it's been twelve years but I do remember the fighting.

My parents never threw me a birthday party in the two years that I lived with them. But I didn't really know what a birthday was when I was little so it didn't really matter. Every day my parents fought at least once.

I do remember this fight the most, it was the day before my birthday and my parents were sitting on the couch and I was in my room and drinking my milk. But then I heard a smash downstairs my dad threw a bottle of wine on the floor and he yelled "I don't even know why I married you!" And then my mom said that she thought that they would be perfect together but apparently she was wrong. They kept yelling at each other but then I heard my mom yell "You know what I want you to move out tommorow, I don't want to see you ever again, and I don't want you getting near my daughter!" Then I heard my mom grabbing her jacket and slamming the door behind her.

I remember my dad coming upstairs to my room and saying to me "I will miss you very much. Don't forget that I will always be thinking of you no matter where I am." After he said that he sat down on the floor and started crying. He heard my mom open the door and he cleaned up his tears and went back downstairs. The I heard my mom say to get packed up  because he was going to leave tommorow.The next day on my birthday my dad left and I have never seen him again.

Now I will tell you the story of my mom giving me up for adoption. I was two years old when this happened and again this happened on my birthday. The day before I saw my mom getting some of my clothes and also getting my stuff prepared. So this is what happened. My mom was thinking now that I didn't have a dad when I grew up I would keep asking questions about him so she thought it would be less heart breaking. My mom brought me to the closest adoption center in Pennsylvania it is called Abey Adoption Services. When my mom left me at the adoption center she left a note saying it was for me to open when I turn 13. The ladies in the adoption center gave it to me and told me that my mom said not to open it until I turn 13. I haven't opened it yet but I'm just one year left so I can't wait for my birthday.