It was August 20, 1996, that was the day I became, well, me. No, that’s not my birthday, but that’s when my life finally fell somewhat into place. Although, I don’t really remember it that well, I’ve been told about it many times.
This was the day I was adopted. In Hunan province in China, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I wasn’t adopted, maybe I’d still be in that orphanage, or I possibly wouldn’t be typing this, right now.
It’s funny actually, my aunt came with my mother to China, and she was in the bathroom when they brought us out! My mom said that she and my aunt were freaking out! I bet it was hysterical.
But, something that’s interesting is that I still know my “cribmates”. Or that’s what I call them, they shared a crib with me in China, and we still are friends. One of them even has the same birthday as me, December 23.
It reminds me of The Sisterhood Of the Traveling Pants.
If I wasn’t adopted that day, I could’ve been dead right now, so I’ll always be thankful for that day.