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Personal Narrative: My Adoption

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I was living in the orphanage and my life was about to change forever. I wasn’t going to look back on my old life and going to look at my new life and new family. As I was leaving I was saying my goodbyes to all my friends I made over the past. I was getting adopted.

As I was leaving the orphanage I opened the front door. It was muggy (hot,sticky) which I have never seen before in Latvia and it started raining which I hated because it makes your mood change. It makes you sad. I was sad to leave to orphanage, leaving all of my friends.

We had to go to a hotel for a few months, with my new mom and dad and one of my new brothers, while we waited for the adoption to go through. As the days got shorter and the nights got longer I was getting more and more excited and at the same time I was nervous to go with my new family and to meet my other brothers, ages 29, 25, and 23. I was 9. …show more content…

The judges said, “Do you want go to home with this family?” and Sadie and I answered, “Yes, we want to be adopted.”

Even though I was leaving my all friends I wasn’t going to look back I was looking at my new chapter of my new life. When I came here I had to speak a different a language and speaking the language was hard for me and my sister Sadie. As we were learning the language we had to be homeschooled for a while until we could speak it clearly and so people could understand what we are saying to them. One of the toughest things was to learn to read. I remember one time, I was reading a baby book and I felt frustrated. “I can’t do this!” I said to my mom.
“Let’s take a break and try again later,” my mom said softly.

As I was learning to read, my mom was very patient with me and Sadie even though I took a long time for us to read and get it right.

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