Somethings are never meant to be defined.

Think about how everyone affects everybody else. In the decisions we make, in the fact that we are born: there for each other. Wow, I have no idea how to start this. There is no opening, no closing (though some conclusions) just details, harsh realities.
My best friend has two adopted siblings. A boy and a girl, each from different families. They both come from horrible homes, as most of these children do. I think that to fully understand the pain, you need to meet these children.
The boy is the same age as my younger sister. They are both going to fifth grade in the fall. He's hyper, crazy hyper, and he just makes you happy everytime you see him. He loves power rangers, riding his scooter, and playing video games. He's athletic, though he isn’t exactly good at the sports he plays because in actuality he's quite klutzy. He's crazy flexible, Everytime I'm with him he demands on showing me his headstand. He runs circles around you, and makes crazy noises, and jokes and just is so full of life. He always has his “Dad” put dreds in his hair. He's super tall for his age and I always remember him to wear a striped navy polo and light jeans (I have no idea why, I guess he wears that a lot). He's super polite, and likes macaroni and cheese and firefighters. Ive never seen him sad.
For a while now, he's had this habit of jerking in his sleep. He bangs his head and body against the wall. You can hear the thumping in the next room. He has no idea that he does it. It’s scary, because he's subconsciously hurting himself. Well, his “Mom” has been reading up on it. Turns out, that doing this is some strange form of “comfort” for the child. Everything that happens to you as a baby effects how you grow up. Your senses, your perception of life. All my best friend could think while she heard this story was, “They didn’t hold him enough.” This child has learning problems. It’s unsure if it comes from the crack his pregnant mother did, or just normal childhood problems like ADD. Sometimes he just doesn’t understand things. He shrugs away from your touch. He lets you hug him, but you can tell that it hurts, and he makes himself smaller.
This girl is in first grade. Everyone who meets her can’t help but fall in love. She’s full of curiosity. And she’s so smart. One day she sat down next to her sister and said “Teach me multiplication.” Within 3 hours, she had it down. How many first graders do multiplication? Her goal is to meet Hannah Montana. She’s taller than my sister going into fifth grade. She loves pink. One time, when me and Gabi slept over, she started walking around in a sparkly dress, high heels, and a feather boa (all pink), to “show off”. She’s super shy. She always asks to say hi to me on the phone. She has a strange sense of humor. Whenever anyone says something she doesn’t agree with she’ll reply with a prompt “Shut up you eyeball!” of “Nobody cares, old man!” She thinks lol means lollipops.
She has four siblings ahead of her. They live with their grandmothers in a one bedroom apartment. She was adopted because the grandma couldn’t take another kid. She has no job, no car. The Grandmother has to take care of all these children because her addict daughter cannot. A few weeks ago, a friend foster mother called. Apparently, this lady has popped out three more children after this girl. The youngest one, still at the hospital as a premature baby.
Both these children know that they are adopted. They just don’t fully understand what it really means. They just know that, though they may not look like their mommy ad daddy, they love them just as much, if not more, than their real mommies and daddies.
There are so many feelings going around, that I can’t put order to them. What kind of person would have eight children, and give them all up. Who does that? She has no idea what she gave up. That if she knew her daughter, she would love her and take it all back. But you know what, she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t care. The monster. It takes a lot of yourself to understand that your morals are not the world. These things that happen nowadays, people think that just because they haven’t experienced them, and they can’t imagine them, they don’t happen. But it’s like that. People give away their children, never wishing to see them again. These children grow up to be wonderful people that change the world. The scientist who cures cancer. The next president. The artist who paints or writes or does whatever they do, and save lives with their work. The firefighter. The teacher, the consular, the best friend. And the parent still doesn’t care. Maybe them going away is a good thing. These children suffer in the long run. They have trust issues and insecurities. They feel they have no value. That nobody loves them. It’s so hard to overcome that.
If you live in a horrible environment, control yourself. Care for these children. If not after you have them, while you’re pregnant. You’re hurting these children unnecessarily.
I have no idea how to close this. Just a story. As the little girl ran across the house while she was playing with her puppy, my best friend grabbed on to her. She squeezed so tightly. “Let go of me, stupidhead” the girl said as she tried to leave. “No, Karebear”, she said, “I will never let go of you.”