COLOR STORY
The day she fell apart.
Blue. Blue was the only way I felt. I felt betrayed, despair, no love from anyone. My parents were never there for me; my graduation, my wedding day, every other important event in my life. It was like I was completely irrelevant. All because of the adoption. Don't get me wrong, I am so happy to have such a sweet, loving little sister in my home, and even though we are not related, our bond is so strong. But my parents feel that way, but only about her. I was here first, and now I am of no importance in their lives.
Red was a color I was always drawn too since my sister had been a part of our family. Red gave off the vibe of anger, guilt, built up emotions, stress, anxiety, and many other devilish traits. Like I said, I love my sister. But my parents not being there on my wedding day because my little sister had a 4th grade open house that day? That is what hurts me. No love from the people I should have the most from. And then it happened...
Black; that whole day was black. It was a blur of emotions, and I honestly don't remember a lot of the events that actually happened that day. It was tragic, miserable, sad, and so frustrating. I got my little sister taken from me; oh, and my parents too. Something happened with the government and not paying the adoption fees in time. So there we were, Thursday afternoon, without our little girl we had worked so hard to get. We did every thing we could that night, but it truly was a lost cause. Now it was just us; the three of us.
Yellow. In that moment, the sky was yellow. The sun had come up again, even if we thought it never would. About two weeks after loosing her, my parents came to me and apologized. Something I surely thought would never happen. They looked at me, tears filling their eyes, and said we are so sorry. They told me they were not only sorry for getting my little sister taken from me, but for missing out on the important events in my life as well. And now that they don't have their prized possession, they are going to have to play with their old toy that was left behind.
Red was a color I was always drawn too since my sister had been a part of our family. Red gave off the vibe of anger, guilt, built up emotions, stress, anxiety, and many other devilish traits. Like I said, I love my sister. But my parents not being there on my wedding day because my little sister had a 4th grade open house that day? That is what hurts me. No love from the people I should have the most from. And then it happened...
Black; that whole day was black. It was a blur of emotions, and I honestly don't remember a lot of the events that actually happened that day. It was tragic, miserable, sad, and so frustrating. I got my little sister taken from me; oh, and my parents too. Something happened with the government and not paying the adoption fees in time. So there we were, Thursday afternoon, without our little girl we had worked so hard to get. We did every thing we could that night, but it truly was a lost cause. Now it was just us; the three of us.
Yellow. In that moment, the sky was yellow. The sun had come up again, even if we thought it never would. About two weeks after loosing her, my parents came to me and apologized. Something I surely thought would never happen. They looked at me, tears filling their eyes, and said we are so sorry. They told me they were not only sorry for getting my little sister taken from me, but for missing out on the important events in my life as well. And now that they don't have their prized possession, they are going to have to play with their old toy that was left behind.
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