who am i?

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.