Bright Lights

Here I am. A baby, just born. I was looking up at the doctors face then at my dads. I didn't see my mums at all. I only saw my dads for a bit until I was held over into the adoptive section of the hospital then straight away put in a car with two other babies to the adoptive centre, in Sydney. I was crying and so were the other babies. I looked out the window and saw Bright Lights. That's where my story begins.