I was adopted as a child. My parents have always been open about that fact. They pretty much had to, as there is no way they could have passed me off as their own. If you saw me with my family, you would see that I do not really "fit in." My parents (and family) are of Mexican decent and I am so not. All my life I was the white child with the Mexican last name. The only person in my family with blue eyes, white skin and light colored hair.
My family has never treated me any differently.
I know my family loves me.
My family means everything to me.
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