We don’t have to share Genes  to love each other.

I read somewhere a post with the title “Swedish lost in a black adoptees body” and well I don’t feel that Swedish, I felt that Swedish when I was younger and only spoke Swedish.

But she brought up something important. I’ve never heard a happy story about when I was born and laid on my mothers breast, I’ve never heard the ordinary story about my mothers pregnancy. My adoptive mother has never been pregnant. You don’t have to carry a child during nine months to feel like it is yours or to be a mom for real. My mother (adoptive mom) has been there for me since I was a baby, when I’m sad I can hug her and everything will feel better.

We don’t look a like, she’s pale with blond hair while I’m a bit light brown in the skin and have brown hair. She’s still my mom, she is great. She has never kept any information from me and my siblings, she actually found my brothers biological brother on Facebook. 

Even if I’m very soon 20, I don’t mind being around my mother and I hug her everyday.

She is actually the reason that I speak as good Spanish as I do. 

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