My Adoption Story
What does Adoption mean for me?
Growing up in Metro Detroit in a small town called Washington Township, I always felt a bit out of place. Granted, I love my family, I love my community, but there was always something a bit odd for me growing up. I grew up knowing I was adopted and my parents would celebrate what we called Filipino Day where my sister, Rachel, and I would gather with the family once a year and open up our documents and talk about what does it mean to be adopted and to understand that we are loved and supported. I read the book We Are All Alike, We Are All Different as well as Bread! Bread! Bread! These two children's books inspired me to study the globe, cultures, religion and people. There was always something about myself that I felt a bit out of touch with what was around me.