Personal Narrative: My Birth Mother

At the age of 13 my birth mother got pregnant with me. In September of 1998 3 ½ months early, I was born premature with no complications and then a month later in October I was diagnosed with spinal meningitis. Now for a 13 year old mom this was a lot to handle and all this just happened to fall on October 31st, Halloween (remember this for later in the story). Shortly after having me, my birth mom got pregnant with my sister. Many times me and my sister have heard “You guys are so close in age”, that would probably be because we are 11 months apart. So if you did your math then you would find out that two months after I was born my birth mother was pregnant with my sister. Crazy, right? Fun fact my sister was also born early, not quite as early as me but still pretty early. Later in life my birth mother began struggling, our birth father was not much help in taking care of us, therefore she had to provide for us and it was hard. Little bit of some background information, my birth grandmother had some sort of detachment disorder. She had many kids and could just give them up for adoption without blinking an eye. In saying this, my birth mother had many siblings and did not know many of them until her adulthood. Around the age of 1 and 2 my birth mother started trying to find work to provide for me and my sister.
She ended up going to Mexico to find work there and when she was headed there she left us with our birth grandmother. When she was coming back she came to find out that her mother was putting us in foster care and by the time she found out it was too late. Now I did not find this out until 2013 when I met my birth mother. I did not move from many house to houses so I did not have many traumatic experiences from being in the adoption agency long and also it was a private agency. Around the age of 2 and 3, my sister and I got placed with the family that would soon become our forever home. We spent many years with our mom and dad now before we were officially adopted. They did not have any previous children so we were there first. So going from no kids to two kids was going to be an adventure, but they were willing to try it. For years I thought I was adopted at 3 just because I never really understood the concept.
Just recently I have discovered that I was not adopted officially until kindergarten. This fact does not change anything and for my mom she does not feel that it matters but for my sister and I it is. It is a fact that for us is important. We have compared it to like being married, you can date for years but until you get married it is not official. I do have memories of being adopted, one of my most memorable memory being that when I was adopted a judge gave me a pink monkey that made noise. My sister and I loved these monkeys we never let them out of our
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