The way they stare with pity
I told some people that I was adopted and it was cool. Then more people began finding out and it became a calamity. The people at camp stared at me like I was broken just because my family is. And when I say broken I mean as in physically not emotionally. I can never talk to my family about my issues because my parents get sensitive and my siblings hate talking about it. In all honesty, I don't talk to my siblings much. It gets tough around the kids who get afraid because they don't understand. It’s the same with being LGBTQ+ accept that no one knows but a few people who used to be my friends. Since telling some kids a year younger that I was adopted they called me a failed abortion, which really stung. "No one cares for you a bit when you're a foster kid"-Annie.
It's the hard knock life.
