who am i?

who am i?

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There is not a day that goes by where I don't wonder who I am. When putting my race while filling out info papers, I always choose 'other'. That's the only way to describe me. Shortly after I was born, I was given to a young white couple. My mom Elizabeth and my dad Mark. They adopted me and took me in as their own. When I was given to them, they weren't given any information on my former family. Which is very weird. They weren't even told my race. All they knew was that I was a brown girl who's family didn't want me. Growing up, I never had to ask for anything. All of my wants and needs we given to me. Except for my need and want to know who I am. Also where in the world I came from. My parents never had any luck with finding my birth family. I personally have always thought they didn't try hard enough. So I told myself as soon as I turn 18, I'm taking matters into my own hands.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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