As everyone knows, I am white, probably a pretty pale white if you want me to be specific. I am your typical white, blonde haired, blue eyed average girl with little freckles here and there on her cheeks. Now, being adopted into an Indian family, who are typically dark skinned people with their thick black hair and their dark colored eyes, anyone would be able to easily guess that I am not originally apart of my family. All throughout my childhood, and even growing up, I truly and completely thought and believed that I, myself, was Indian, just like everyone else in my family. The only thing I never ever quite understood was why I was so pale with blonde hair instead of black hair, and blue eyes instead of dark brown eyes? Why did I not have
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My brother and I were reluctant to go because we knew that there would most likely be no one around our age there. We eventually arrived at the house that was full of welcoming friends, and a welcoming dog named Pooka with a very fast moving tail, and with the sweet and comforting scents of delicious food, especially pies, spreading throughout each and every room. There was loud chatter in every room of the house. In the living room, the television was playing some football game, and of course, most of the men in the house were surrounding the television fist bumping, cheering and shouting. The only place that was quieter than the rest of the house was the backyard. So, as any other bored and uninterested young children Kerkar …show more content…
I was immediately kept in the Neonatal ICU room, which is generally meant for the sick babies who are born, because my birth parents did not want to see me. The next day, I was discharged to my adoptive parents instead of my birth parents. Later that Saturday, when I was only a day old, my parents took me to a very fancy christmas party that was thrown by the CEO of the hospital I was born in. My parents kept me in the back room underneath the big Christmas tree where I slept during the whole party as other party goers came to see me. According to my parents, everyone during the party asked about the little baby sleeping underneath the tree when no one had ever seen my mother
My brother and I were reluctant to go because we knew that there would most likely be no one around our age there. We eventually arrived at the house that was full of welcoming friends, and a welcoming dog named Pooka with a very fast moving tail, and with the sweet and comforting scents of delicious food, especially pies, spreading throughout each and every room. There was loud chatter in every room of the house. In the living room, the television was playing some football game, and of course, most of the men in the house were surrounding the television fist bumping, cheering and shouting. The only place that was quieter than the rest of the house was the backyard. So, as any other bored and uninterested young children Kerkar …show more content…
I was immediately kept in the Neonatal ICU room, which is generally meant for the sick babies who are born, because my birth parents did not want to see me. The next day, I was discharged to my adoptive parents instead of my birth parents. Later that Saturday, when I was only a day old, my parents took me to a very fancy christmas party that was thrown by the CEO of the hospital I was born in. My parents kept me in the back room underneath the big Christmas tree where I slept during the whole party as other party goers came to see me. According to my parents, everyone during the party asked about the little baby sleeping underneath the tree when no one had ever seen my mother