adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
When Does a Father Lose Parental Rights?
A father has parental authority over his child. Parental authority is the set of rights and obligations that a father has that let the father decide for their child until they turn 18. In divorce cases, the judge understands that the child needs the love of both mothers and fathers. Therefore, the decision of custody and visitation rights is awarded to each parent, keeping the “best interest of the child” in mind.
By Ava Sanghvia5 years ago in Families
Immigrants Among Us. Top Story - August 2021.
On January 28, 2017, a protest was held at JFK International Airport to oppose the implementation of then-President Trump's executive order (#13769,) that called for a suspension of all immigration to the United States for a period of 120 days. As hopeful immigrants were being turned away, I remembered being an impatient three-year-old in that very terminal, waiting to pick up my new baby brother who was flying from Vietnam with a plane full of other refugees. The plane of war-orphaned babies and children was held up at customs in Paris for nine hours, and people were afraid that their children were going to be turned away. More than forty years later, the place where we had once welcomed these immigrants, was now turning other hopefuls away.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Families
Becoming a Kim
‘The truth is my mother kind of gave up. But I wouldn’t realize that until much later. To be honest, prior to my 11th year of life, I didn't think things were going that bad. But then again that’s the nice thing about childhood, right? Everything kind of goes over your head. You never quite realize the acuteness of your circumstances until your much older and they slap you in the face.
By Rahji Chelle 5 years ago in Families
Please, Take My Baby?
The bizarre was loud with the sound of street vendors and the stench of manure was rife. It rained earlier that morning which settled the dust, but the unsealed ground was soft and squelchy. Mud stuck to Eloise’s flip flops, weaselled between her toes, splashed her ankles — the only part of her leg she was allowed to show — and up her red harem pants. In a place with open sewage, she knew the brown sludge was more than just soil. The rubber soles of her open shoes made a slurping sound as they suctioned too and from the ground with each step. It’s dirt, she told herself. Plain, boring old dirt. Before she left home four months ago, she expected to be greeted by the smell of spices, flowers and incense at the markets across India, but she quickly realised that was a very westernised view of the place. Those aromas were definitely there when standing next to a stall that sold any of those things but, first and foremost, the air was dominated with the scent of rubbish, livestock, and excrement of cows that survived on a diet of binned vindaloo.
By Charlotte K5 years ago in Families
A blissful day.
She never knew her parents. The moment she was born she was already just another case file among the millions of other kids lost in the system. Her parents never planned to have her, so they gave her up to be fostered by a family who could take better care of her. At least they wanted the best for her in that way. In her early childhood, she saw many families, slept in many beds and heard many promises being made to her. But for some reason no one ever stayed. Finally, at the age of eight, a couple and their teenage son came to visit her at the Sunshine Centre for Kids. She was in the sunroom as she always was, painting an impression of the kittens laying under the summer sun by the fence outside. She found the imagery of the three little kittens with their bellies exposed towards the blue sky a very comforting and delightful visual. As she was painting the final strokes of the skyline, she heard her name called out from behind her. She turned around and saw the Albright family standing in a row.
By thesubmarinekid5 years ago in Families
To the Late Mother Who Gave Me Away
I hate to start on a selfish note, but I really do feel like I was cheated here, cheated out of some grand emotional moment that was my due. After six years of digging through filing cabinets, rereading the same legal documents ad nauseum, tracking down notaries and sending off papers that just got sent back to me...for all that to end in nothing feels wrong.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Families
STOry my sad
Anticipating The outcome of a very serious situation causes my heart to become heavy. I become vulnerable to negative thoughts which in turn give out negative energies. growing up I remember being taught that the laws of attraction was defined by the false reality that opposite attract and become drawn to each other, but as I grew and developed understanding of the general principles of this so called “law,” I realized with knowledge and wisdom that this is not true. in fact it is not opposite but like energies that attract each other. Now that I possess such an understanding you would think I would use it to my advantage and remain in a positive element which only positive stimulus of all types could find a route into my life. this has been proven true in many areas of my being, however I have not yet Fulfilled my ultimate desires, even as they are set in a positive perspective of myself and my inner and outer worlds.
By Jennifer church5 years ago in Families
In the name of
The belief of being dead, was persuasion in the end, no different from a derogatory voice, madness did set in. Thunder in my life, strikes this heart of mine. My truth a smell of old, without a heart, waiting low to strike, that voice a hidden other time, not me, just a bitter symphony.
By Jennifer orr5 years ago in Families
