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My Real Adoption Story
My name is Corey. I was born in Henry Ford Hospital in 1983 and was taken away at birth to be passed around about four or five Detroit foster homes. According to my adoptive parents, I had seizures, was malnourished and barely had the strength to lift my arms. I was then fostered by my current adoptive family along with other black and white children. Though they hired black workers but had no black friends, my adoptive family began the process of adopting me into their Irish Catholic home. My adoptive parents have three natural children and two adopted white children who are so in the fog that they can’t see sunlight. I am the youngest addition to the family.
By Ire Isegun4 years ago in Families
Grandparents and Grandchildren Conspire
I am still investigating this story. Who is uprooting the authority of the parents in their own household? Who would be so brazen and bold to uproot the natural order of the parental units? Many mothers and fathers have sought asylums in neighboring countries like Mexico and France. Under the pretense of second honeymoons and anniversaries, parents have tried to escape to all-inclusive resorts. Without children without grandparents. Parents seem eager to get away and leave everything. After one week, the parents' request for parental asylum was rejected by the host nation and begrudgingly parents returned to their native country with long faces and regrets. Details are incomplete. My sources have become tight-lip and have recanted their statements. I am still trying to figure out who is the mastermind behind the coup to unseat the parents.
By Zante Cafe4 years ago in Families
The Infamous Nap
The grown up woman sat at her birth mother's dining room table with her birth mother and her mother's neighbor. She had not come here to see her mother. She came to see her little brother and her step father. Seeing her mother was the price she paid to see them. They were out in the back yard playing with her two small children and her husband was loading up the van so they could head for home.
By Heather Lunsford4 years ago in Families
A Thousand Words On... My Siblings
ears ago, I was in Oklahoma for the holidays. After we cleared empty plates from the dinner table, we moved through the next stage in the ritual. Gathered around the Christmas tree, gifts were being opened in an orderly fashion, wrapping paper tossed aside, gratitude exchanged, and then a quick version of show-and-tell. Surrounded by my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews, I took stock of the room and the people in it. In that special place, I began thinking about family and the circumstances that shape them. Among these people, I grew up. This place and these people shape me. With or without their knowledge, they placed me on a path that is still unraveling itself in fantastic ways.
By Nathan Box4 years ago in Families
Father's Day: Recognize, Not Idealize
My dad was a taxi driver. When I was little, he always had to leave home after dinner because he had to go to work for the night shift. One of the most memorable event that happened between me and my father when I was in kindergarten was that one night when my father was on the way out for work, I was already drifting asleep. But when I heard the metal door closed, I got up right away to rush to the door to say goodbye to my father, as I did every night. I got up so fast that I slammed my forehead onto the bed headboard and it bled all over my face. I cried so loud that everyone in the house, my mom, my sister, and even my father who had just gone out of the door had to return to come to see what happened. The bleeding was bad and because the cut was on the head, the amount of blood could look quite worrisome. But thinking back, as soon as the bleeding was stopped, it was actually not as serious as it looked. I didn't get a concussion or anything. The scar is still there today, just right above the hairline. A small batch of scalp that hair doesn't grow out. It was an event that family and relatives talked about and made fun of, and to say how much I loved my father.
By Milo The Legend4 years ago in Families
Abode of Love
Dry autumn leaves crunch under my foot as I make my way through the overgrown and unkempt garden leading to an old apartment building complex. I climb the stairs slowly, one floor after the other, till I step into the hallway that leads to my old apartment. I stop outside the familiar door, wondering how come I’d never come back to live in Pune, despite it being the place where I’d spent formative years of my life and my parents, who’d spent a quarter of a century here. During the early days after I’d moved out of the apartment, I did come back but my visits were always short and nothing more than layovers. Standing outside the door now, years later, I let the thought sink in: it is my house that holds decades’ worth of my family’s memories. My heart feels heavy as my memories of the place poke at my mind to be set free.
By Roopa Sankaran4 years ago in Families
The Factor Behind Longevity? 10 Medical Devices That Will Keep Your Health In Check
In a society beset by economic, social, and ecological issues, people's health increasingly takes precedence. Our well-being has suffered as a result of daily life becoming so hectic. We are attached to our phones in order to stay awake and in the loop, making turning off a genuine challenge. Exercise is a serious struggle.
By Odedele Badiru4 years ago in Families
