Adoption
Unlike most children, I have never met my father. I just heard stories about how terrible it was. Although he left when I was three or four, I don’t remember all the memories of my father and me. One day when I was about eight years old, a muscular man went out with my mother all the time. I remember thinking that with such big muscles, I could probably lift a car. I didn’t know this guy had known me since I was a kid, because he and my mom were in the army together when they were in Hawaii. I spent most of my time there as a child. His name was David, and a few years later, my mother had two children and finally got married when I was in fourth grade. After they got married, I never thought I would be in a situation where I had to make a tough decision.
My brothers, my parents and I were in the car when we got home from IHOP after a fantastic breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs. We were delighted to be back in the car with the air conditioning because of the heat. Suddenly my stepfather began to say how much he loved me and my brother Tarek. Unfortunately, we still had the surname Casiano instead of the surname Casey. My brother and I looked at each other because we didn’t know what we’re going on. Finally, David said, ” How would you guys feel if I adopted you both?” My heart was beating fast, and tears started rolling. I was finally thinking of having a father. My brother and I finally told him we’d like his last name, but deep down, he wasn’t sure.
The next day, I met my mom, and we discussed the adoption issue and my feelings towards my biological dad; she could tell I was upset. I told her I didn’t know what to do, I was happy and scared, and I didn’t want my dad to do the same. Then he squeezed my eyes with tears and said, “Well, she’ll be all right, your dad decided to do the things he did, and now we have to live with him.” I looked at her with the basement. “What to do? Do you think so?” Then he looked at me as if he wished he hadn’t said that.
Now that I am older, I remembered all the fun and bad times. I mean, each family has its disadvantages. But I wish I had waited until I was older to understand what I was doing. Not only did I change my last name, but it also took half of me and who I am. Yes, my biological father may not have been the best person in the world, but he is my blood father, and I have to live with that. I don’t know anything about this part of my family, and now that I’m old, I want to meet them and know my heritage. I am sorry I changed my last name, but not completely. I will, therefore, combine them in the coming years. Because my biological father is still part of me, but now David is in my life, and he is the best father I can be.