Aspen's Adoption Story

A New beginning.

Well, I guess I should say my name. Okay, well I am Aspen, Ezra is my annoying twin brother, and my two dads (Yes, they are gay, get over it) Oliver and Noah.

Baby me.

The way I always thought I was as a baby was sweet, caring, and lovable. But my brother says otherwise; he claims I was always angry with “someone” (probably him) and that I never cared about him. On the other hand, my dads said I was a troublemaker and they called me tornado because wherever I went I made a mess! The way I remember (vaguely) the orphanage, it was pretty old and beat-up. There were bunk beds which were pretty nice I guess. My best and only friend Alyssa was one of the shortest kids there. She did not have many friends; well, nobody did. My brother was mostly popular (So he says) but I don't believe him.

The day my dads adopted me was the best day ever! I mean I hated leaving Alyssa but I really didn't have a choice. When you're at the adoption center for a long time people want to adopt you less and less. People want to adopt babies more than anyone over 10 years old. At the time I was around eleven, I guess. Anyways Alyssa was super nice about it and said, “Hey, I mean we might see each other again!” which made me feel a little better but it's highly doubtful we'll see each other again.

I was bored and I don't expect anyone to read this but if you do like and comment if I should continue.