Adoption

They called it adoption. What it felt like was something else entirely. I was four years old when everything changed ---too young to understand what was being taken from me, but old enough to remember how it felt. One moment. I had a name, a home, and the warmth of a mother's voice. Next, I was in the back seat of a stranger's car, headed to a new life I did not choose. When people hear the word adoption, they think of rescue. A second chance. A happy ending. That is not the story you are about to read. What defined us wasn't what we went through. It was what we chose to do with it. This book is not about assigning blame; it is about reclaiming voice.