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Personal Narrative: My Adoption
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what that meant, I thought that that was the most significant day in my life, and I thought that for many years, but I was wrong.

Being adopted is not weird, it is just confusing; and one word can control your thoughts for years. Why? My adoptive life was normal. I have loving parents, a dog, and we argue, just like any other normal family. That didn’t mean I did not think about my birth parents. I even envied them. I look back today and ponder why I did and all I can think of is that, they were my parents, why wouldn’t I? I originally thought that they could give me something that my adoptive parents could not give me. I did not know what
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