Fifteen Years of Being Their Joke
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When I was eight, my older sister pointed a finger in my face and told me I'd been adopted out of foster care.
I went crying to our parents. With their arms around her, they nodded.
“Yes. Your real parents didn't want you.”
After that, I stopped competing with her for affection. I didn't dare ask for new clothes. I took over the housework and fought for the highest grades in my class, terrified...
I went crying to our parents. With their arms around her, they nodded.
“Yes. Your real parents didn't want you.”
After that, I stopped competing with her for affection. I didn't dare ask for new clothes. I took over the housework and fought for the highest grades in my class, terrified...







