Adoption To Home-Personal Narrative

It’s taken me a long time to get around to writing this letter. I’ve been putting it off for years, to be honest. I suppose that I was waiting for you to get in touch with me. An unexpected phone call, a surprise letter, maybe even a visit- I entertained the thoughts of these things, when in fact I should have known better. You and mom divorced when I was a child and I never developed any childhood memories of you. My mother moved on and married again (two more times, actually). My step-fathers were never real father figures to me and always seemed like outsiders that never truly took ownership of me. Moms current husband, Dwight has even threatened to kick me out of the house and strangle her if she did not comply or ever tried to leave him.

He wants me to go live in Paris, with mom’s brother Stephen, who requests to adopt me and make me his son. I have rejected his offer yet, Dwight is demanding I reconsider and I might just do it. Still, I can’t picture a world where I am not my mother’s and your son, when I know deep in my bones, I am. Yesterday,
The school, Dwight and the people of Chinook can no longer do anything for me here. I am top of my class, an eagle scout and leader of my swim team. I am thinking of applying to prep schools around the country. Close enough to be next to mom but as far away from Dwight as possible. Perhaps even applying to Choate or Deerfield. I would not usually ask for help but I was wondering whether if you still had any contacts up at Deerfield and if you are able to speak on behalf of me to the dean. Dwight does not want me to go to one of these schools, he insists that I would ‘never make it’, especially in the field of engineering. He only asserts this as he knows if I ever leave, mom would follow. We could possibly, even move in with you until we get on our feet. Mum, you, Geoffrey and I could finally be a real family