It has been 18 years without a mother or even a father’s love. I have always felt a missing piece. I grew up wondering "why me? Was I not good enough? Did I not deserve their love?" Those lonely nights where I wish I had a mother’s nurturing love and fathers encouraging words. After many years have passed by I learned how to accept it. As most kids grow up with parents I was one of the millions of kids that were unfortunate. I never had the chance to call someone mom or dad, never had the ability to feel the love of a parent, or even know their face.
At the age of 5 I had realized that the two people that took me in as their own child was not my mother or father, but my great grandparents. As I could remember they raised me, loved me unconditionally, …show more content…
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was twelve years old. I had no knowledge of who, where or why I was reaching out to someone who did not want me. When I saw her name pop up my heart was racing full of questions I wanted answered. I dreamt of this day over and over again in my head. At the time she was living in Germany and had two kids. I was full of angry, hatred, and felt unloved when she told me she had another family. I had a little sister and brother that never knew their big brother. She took that away from me and my siblings the ability to know each other. I grew up as the only child and to think I had siblings across the country I never knew about was heartbreaking. I have always felt alone in the world and thought if I had a sister or brother to grow up with I would have had …show more content…
She never expected to bring a child into the world. Till the day she was faced to hear that at age 18 she was becoming a mother. She repeated over and over again that she was not ready to be a mother. As I sat there, sitting across a woman that I barely knew and I gazed at her looking for resemblance. As I kept searching, I came to realize I had her eyes, her hair, and laugh. At that moment I embraced every second with my mother to make up for the twelve years we lost. Sadly, it came to an end. It never lasted history was repeating. The last memories I have of my mother was leaving without a word. Replaying the past. I had no closure or even a goodbye. Just another
At the age of 5 I had realized that the two people that took me in as their own child was not my mother or father, but my great grandparents. As I could remember they raised me, loved me unconditionally, …show more content…
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was twelve years old. I had no knowledge of who, where or why I was reaching out to someone who did not want me. When I saw her name pop up my heart was racing full of questions I wanted answered. I dreamt of this day over and over again in my head. At the time she was living in Germany and had two kids. I was full of angry, hatred, and felt unloved when she told me she had another family. I had a little sister and brother that never knew their big brother. She took that away from me and my siblings the ability to know each other. I grew up as the only child and to think I had siblings across the country I never knew about was heartbreaking. I have always felt alone in the world and thought if I had a sister or brother to grow up with I would have had …show more content…
She never expected to bring a child into the world. Till the day she was faced to hear that at age 18 she was becoming a mother. She repeated over and over again that she was not ready to be a mother. As I sat there, sitting across a woman that I barely knew and I gazed at her looking for resemblance. As I kept searching, I came to realize I had her eyes, her hair, and laugh. At that moment I embraced every second with my mother to make up for the twelve years we lost. Sadly, it came to an end. It never lasted history was repeating. The last memories I have of my mother was leaving without a word. Replaying the past. I had no closure or even a goodbye. Just another