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Heart not Stomach ..
My mom suggested I write what it’s like to have a sister who is adopted. So I began to wonder how it must be, from the perspective of a person whose sibling is adopted. After about 30 seconds, I realised I just had to write my own point of view.
In that moment I realised, how little it actually mattered. Even though we weren’t related by blood, she was still mine.
When we were younger there were instances when someone would say, “oh ya’ll look similar” (we don’t) or mum would say “she got it from dad” and I would wonder, how that was possible…she’s adopted.
Over time I realised our mannerisms rubbed off on each other, whether it was how we spoke, or the way we dressed, and blood and genetics had nothing to do with it. When I would tell my friends that my sister was adopted, some would be aghast. They would question how and why my parents would do that and would be flabbergasted when I would say that it didn’t actually make a difference.
To some people, especially in our country “blood relation” is very important. I honestly don’t understand why. Everyone has red blood, so what’s so special? If by adopting a child, you’re not only, not adding to the growing population, but giving a child a good life, then I don’t see why it’s so heinous to some.
To sum up, I’m just going to say my little sister may be a pain most of the time and annoy me till I want to smack her, but I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. She’s special, she was born of the heart not of the stomach.
About the Author
An over thinking 19 year old, who prefers living in fictional worlds rather than the real one.
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