Learning Who
I Really Am
Learning
Who I
Really
AmBy
Emma
Kinch
For All The Teachers Who Told Me I Had Potential and I Could Do Something More With My Life.
Thank you.
PrefaceToronto, Ontario, Canada 2004 June
"School's out" we all screamed as the final bell before summer began and as we were all saying goodbye to the forth grade. I packed my book bag as fast as I could so I could get home and let summer begin.
As I ran out of Albert A. public school toward my mom's car I sensed something was wrong. When I got to the car my senses were right my mom said as I opened the door "I really need to talk to you about something important. So please listen." All I could do was nod my head.
"Ok I don't really no how to start so I will just say it Lilly you…are…adopted you are not my daughter. But I am your mom." I thought of the words to say.
"Who is my mom?"
"I am your mom but I am not your mother" she said simply.
"Then who is my mother?" I was really pressing that question.
"We were never told." But the look on her face told me other wise.
"Ok" I love her she is my mom I thought to myself it doesn't matter "Can we get home?" Was the only other thing I could think to say.
When I got home I went straight to my room and cried. Then I knew from there on in, my life would never ever be the way it was.