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Personal Narrative: Gladney Center For Adoption

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I was born in Northwest China, in the province of Jiang Xi. Eighteen years ago, my parents had decided to adopt from China after finding out they were unable to have children of their own. After researching about adoption agencies, they found an agency in Texas. Gladney Center for Adoption, forwarded my parents information on two twin girls that needed a family. It was love at first sight and they planned their trip.
A couple months later, after a 6,844 mile flight, they arrived in China with Cheerios, diapers and all baby necessities to bring us back to America. They had several problems securing our safe passage to the United States; the foremost problem was that at this time NATO forces, which the United States was a part of, bombed the

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