The Adopted Child

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jesse Burnell. I was adopted at the age of five. And this is my story.

On December 28, 1979, Theresa Grace gave birth to me and my brother, David. Our names were Adrian and Damon.  Little did she know that her crack addiction was going to affect our lives in a negative way. We lived with her for seven months, untill she decided to leave us in a hot car for hours so she can score some crack. My brother and I were screaming our brains out, untill a policeman heard our cries.
We went from foster home to foster home. Before the age of one, we were in seven different homes.
I have no idea how old we were when they decided to place us with Pat and Tom. They were very good foster parents. They were nurturing and loving. I wish I could tell you stories of what it was like living with them, but I was too little.  I just know that my brother and I were loved.

Even though my brother and I were loved by Pat and Tom, they couldn't take care of us. I have no idea why. It could be financial issues, or they just did not have the patience, because of our unusual behavior problems caused by our mom's drug addiction while pregnant with us.

Then in 1982, Pat had taken us to a pizza parlor and that's where our real mom saw us. She was the one who raised us and gave up her life for us. Even though we did not grow inside her womb, we grew inside her heart.

David and I have displayed some unusual behavior problems becuase of our drug addicted birth mom. We also have trouble learning. This was the kind of thing our parents had to deal with. We also threw tantrums all the time. And yet, my mom still adopted me calling me her son. She also gave me the name Jesse. This is why people should think before taking drugs.

In conclusion, I have a full time job and I am going back to school and I am very happy.