When I was just a newborn my biological mother and father put me up for adoption.I never knew my biological parents. I only knew the single mother that I've always known Leslie Anne Hope who has raised me since I was conceived. I have 2 brothers Ben 24 , & Joshua 19. When I was 12 my mother sat me down and told me the story of of my life. At first I didn't believe a word she said,but then I realized that she was telling the truth when she showed me the adoption papers that she had signed to take full custody of me. But it really got to me when I was 13 I started asking questions of what her name was Gwen Anderson. I also asked did I look like her and she said I have her eyes , skin color, & hair color. I really wanted a picture of her ( but sadly she didn't have one). I was sad that she never called or wrote letters to me when I was growing up.

Now that I'm older I dont even think of her or bring up the conversation. A day when I'm older I will try and find her to see who she was and what she looked like also to see if I had any resemblance of her. But my life has actually been better without her. I love my mother and I always will because she has raised from the time I was a newborn to a teenager. When I was 12 my mom took me to Italy to go visit my aunt Jane, Uncle Bob, and 3 little cousins the reason we had to go so far to visit is because my Uncle is in the military so they have to move around alot. When I was 4 I met my aunt Candice and 2 older cousins who are both black, cause there dad my uncle is from africa, but my aunt is white.

I still love them all cause there part of my family and they cared for me when I was just a toddler.I'm now 14 and still going strong, but I'm really glad that I was adopted because if I wasn't I'd be with the county.