Personal Narrative: My Childhood Adoption

With my heart about to beat out of my chest, I make my way down the long narrow hallway that takes me to the courtroom where my family is waiting . I remember seeing all of the yellow caution wet signs scattered down the hall, letting people know that they had just finished mopping the smooth white floors. As I stand in front of the tall wooden doors that separate me from the court room, I cant help but wonder what all could go wrong. Does my step dad really want to adopt me? Will the judge grant the adoption? Or did we forget to sign or fill out one of the many forms? Being adopted by my step dad is something that I have wanted for as long as I can remember. As I am standing there worrying about all of the things that could go wrong, I feel …show more content…
Him and my mother married when I was three years old, and that is when he really took on the role and became my dad. I still saw my biological father every other weekend and on holidays, up until I was eighteen, but I never had a real father daughter relationship with him. There were many weekends that he would not pick me up for his visits, or he would even go months without seeing or talking to me. On the weekends that I did see him, he would spend most of his time either working or going out with his girlfriend or current wife at the time. I could spend days telling all of the horrible memories I have of my biological father, but I have two strong memories that will always remind me of the type of relationship I had with him. The first memory I have of my biological father is the time that he decided to not talk to me for an entire year when I was seven years old, I still to this day do not know why he never saw or talked to me for that year. My second memory I have of him, is the weekend that he decided to leave me with my older sister so that he could run off to Vegas to marry his next wife, they decided to not include anyone in their …show more content…
At the age of twenty-three I was finally able to get what I had always wanted, to legally be his daughter . As we were taking a family photo with the judge I could over hear the judge tell my new father, congrats sir its a girl. Who would have ever thought that hearing those words would mean so much to a father and daughter that have already had a relationship for many years. Six months later as we all sat around the perfectly decorated Christmas tree at my grandmothers house, I was given the best gift I had ever received, my new birth certificate. My mother even took the time to buy a frame to put it in, and still to this day that certificate sits in its frame for people to