My mother, after realizing that she couldn't have any more kids, adopted me when I was just 3 days old. She faced the ridicule of not being able to have kids, and choosing a "girl of all genders" and not a boy, even though she "had the choice, so that my dad's name could live on..." She worked her butt off so that I can have all the nice, pretty, whimsical things a little girl asks for, and she too, suffered a nasty marriage so that I can have my dad and not a broken marriage. (they're a LOT better now). My mom has stuck by me through my worse times and my best times, and although we butt heads, I know that she'll always be there for me, picking up the pieces and putting me back together when I just don't have the energy to do so.
My parents overall. Despite that fact that I was a stupid, selfish, and bratty teenager, for accepting me as their daughter, no questions asked, even though we don't share the same blood...
at 8:19 PM on Oct. 14, 2009