“Do you know your real parents?”
I cannot tell you how many times people have asked me over my life. At the age of five,
a classmate in Kindergarten asked me this same question. I didn’t know how to answer, so I
went home and asked my parents about my “real” parents. To this day, my mom’s answer has
rung in my head. “WE are your ‘real’ parents.”
Families don’t always form in the womb, they form in the love they have for one another.
While Kindergarten was the first time someone asked me that question, it has not been the last.
In fact, a friend asked me that same question over Thanksgiving. As a grown woman now, I
answer first by correcting them.
I say, “You mean my biological parents?”
To answer this simply, no, I do not know my biological parents. At the age of just ONE
DAY OLD, someone found me at a police station in China all alone. Initially, one might think
“How could anyone abandon their child like that?” Whereas I see it as the ultimate act of love.
Rather than taking the easy way out of aborting me, which does happen in China quite often,
my biological mother chose to give me life. She knew that she could NOT give me the life I
deserved, so she brought me somewhere where someone else would find me the home I
In short, I have TWO sets of real parents, the one who gave me my biological life, and
the ones who raised me and gave me the life I live, now. They put a roof over my head, fed me,
clothed me, and supported me in good and bad times. If that doesn’t qualify a “real” parent, then
I don’t know what does.
Yes, I would love to know my biological parents, but in the meantime, I can live knowing I had an amazing mother and father who got me to where I stand today, a 25year old, independent single, who knows how to fight for what she wants and what she believes