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Personal Narrative: Dealing With My Biological Parents
Being abandoned right when I was born leaves me with a lot of unanswered questions. My whole life everyone asks me “you should go find your parents” or “why do you not go find your parents?” and I never knew how to answer them. Before I knew my story I never wanted anything to do with my biological parents because I thought that they just did not want me, but knowing that I was abandoned makes me rethink a lot of things. After I was born she walked out with me and put me on the bench outside the hospital so that the nurses would see me. I always ask myself “why there? Why on a bench outside?” and still do not understand it. But I look at it at two different ways: one, she could have left me anywhere outside but she left me somewhere knowing that I get found and two, she could had left me in the room and just left. She did not have to put me outside because hundreds of different things could had happened to me.

When I think of anything that happened or could happened, I think of the worst possible scenario, so I do not really want to know what her “story” is. Like she could be a drug addict, or an alcoholic, or a criminal for all I know. I do not want …show more content…
Sometimes I get asked “who are you Brittany?” and I would always tell them “I am the person my parents raised me to be.” I do not believe that being blood related makes that person who they are, I believe that anyone can be whoever they want it is just up to the person. I do not want to know who I am, I already know that, I want to know what I am. I do not know where I am from and I do not know what offical race I am. I get called black, hispanic, and Mexican. Everyone always just says to look at your birth certificate, but when the hospital had to find me outside they thought I was Hispanic because of how light I was. But as I started growing up I started to get darker and it has made me and my parents question whether I am or
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