My parents have always told me that I was adopted, but none of my friends would know it, because I look so much like my mom. I used to throw temper tantrums and tell my parents that they weren't my real parents, and they would act upset. I know that that really hurt them.

This past summer, I went to Kentucky, and I met my birth mother and one of my birth siblings. His name is Devon, and I love him. I think that we have a lot in common: we are always ready to laugh, we have fun with each other, and we are both kind of clumsy. (I almost fell off of the paddleboat...)

We met in a park, and we sat by the river at the picnic tables, I was really scared to meet my birth family, and I almost told my parents that I wanted to go back to the hotel, but I was too curious, also I don't think my parents would have let me.

When we got out of our cars, I thought that I was going to cry. I had waited my whole life for this, and it was finally happening. We talked, exchanged belated birthday gifts, and played together.
I think that I was just so lucky, because my parents were all set to adopt a child from Florida, but it fell through, and they got me.

I am so happy that I was adopted, because to me, it means that someone cares enough about you, to let you have a better life with a different family.

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