An Adoption Story Part 1

The author asks you for help

I have never written about the day I found out I was adopted. I never really thought it was something I’d want to write about, better yet something someone would want to read. But then I thought about the journey I’m embarking this year and I realised I could use this for my own good. See, I need a way to hold myself responsible, and you the reader that I am so grateful for are also going to help me do that too. I’ll continue to update people on where I am in the process. But back to the day I still remember in colours so vivid you’d thought I was high.

I had recently turned 13, it was summertime and I was all alone at home. I was supposed to be doing my chores that afternoon but a curiosity had me looking through some papers in the house instead. A lot of American households have a fireproof case with the home’s vital papers contained within, ours was beneath my parents bed. Well I was in the box looking through, and didn’t find what I was even looking for. But then I couldn’t resist the envelope marked “Ethan’s Papers” as I went to put everything back. As I spread the paperwork out on my parents' comforter, I saw an envelope from Catholic Social Services. I don't think I could have anticipated what I was about to open.