Personal Narrative: The Imaginary Adoption Of My Family

Imaginary Adoption I didn’t really look like my parents. My face was just different, and I didn’t realize that was something that wasn’t uncommon, but my sisters looked a lot like my parents. In fact, they looked a lot like each other too, so in old pictures, we really couldn’t tell which was which. I felt like I was different from my family from a behavioral perspective as well. I think that the main reason I thought my personality differed from the rest of my family was because I based my differences on my sisters. My sisters were, and still are in some ways, very similar to my image of the devil incarnate. They were very loud, annoying, and disrespectful. If they didn’t get what they wanted, they whined like a bear that had lost. I great …show more content…
They said I ate too much American food, and that I should know how to speak Vietnamese. I was the first generation of my family to be born in America, because of it, I had adopted American culture better than my family’s own, and my relatives felt repulsed by it. I was the first child and only son of my family, because of that, I was the one targeted the most. Eventually, my cousins decided to pick on me as well, one day, they told me that my parents had found me in the trash and decided to take me home. All of these things that my extended family told me was very painful, and I used to cry about it all the time, but when I thought I was adopted, it hurt a little less. If I was meant to be different, than I had an explanation for all of the things they said about me, and if my parents really picked me out of the trash, at least it was more of a …show more content…
I kept that in my head for a few months. It wasn’t always on my mind, but it was always there, somewhere, staring me in the face, or hiding in the back somewhere, with the rest of the things I needed to forget. That knowledge scared me in some ways, but comforted me in others. Besides, I thought being adopted was cool for some reason. People finding out they were adopted was like something you saw in a movie, or on television. As far as I knew, it just sort of made me unique. One day on the weekend, my family was watching a movie together in the living room. We sat together on the couch, a blanket abandoned at our feet.I could feel my sister’s heartbeat on my lap, her chest expanding as she took deep breaths. The accumulation of the body temperature from five of us crept into me slowly. It was a sweet moment, but the atmosphere was hot and sticky, like a dusty room in the summer.We were able to watch peacefully for about an hour before one of my sister’s temper tantrums decided to show up. Carly noticed that my mom was lying closer to Courtney then she was to her, and it made her furious. Her face turned red as blood rushed to her head to