I was a baby born in the small town of Fresno, California, to a beautiful young lady named Melissa. We lived humbly, I assume, with much tender care, as she was a young mother with little direction of where to go next. She realized she could not raise me alone, and my thoughtless father had left us.
Two mature and well educated individuals with unfortunate genetic reproductive complications, were awaiting me in Washington after a long and emotional journey through the adoption system.
This childhood that landed ahead of me held many ups, and many downs. Throughout it all, these two individuals have been the strongest and most powerful forces to keep me going, and I am immensely proud to call them "my parents". I would not have my life any other way, and while my adoption has brought me a tough battle, it has taught me so much more about my deepest desires and callings.
This blog post is a part of the mini-series "Childhood Snippets"
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