4 Families Refused to Adopt Me in 5 Years Because of My Birth Mom – My Story

I was raised in a children’s home for most of my childhood, and several families tried to adopt me but backed away after some time. However, I was finally adopted by a single woman who revealed something I never expected.

My earliest memories were at the group home for children. I didn’t remember anything about my parents, and when I asked some of the workers there, they told me I had been there since I was a one-month-old baby.

Over the years, I imagined that my birth parents would someday come and apologize for leaving me. I dreamed they were international spies who had to travel the world and couldn’t care for a child, so they left me there while they saved the world. Yes, my fantasies were wild like that.

But reality is like a bucket of cold water, washing away every thread of peace someone can find in their dreams.

I would watch other kids get adopted and crave to be as excited and happy as they were when they left with their new parents. However, it seemed almost impossible to me.

By the time I turned 5, I had been rejected by four families. I didn’t remember three because I was too young, but I eventually discovered and learned about them.

I did, however, remember the fourth couple, and they had a boy who was older than me. They wanted to adopt several kids since they had tons of money and wanted a big family.

I played with the boy and started calling him brother even before anything was settled. They visited me a couple of times, and I was the most excited. I had already told all the other kids I was finally getting a family.

“We’ll come for you tomorrow, Elizabeth. You’re going to love being part of our family,” I remember the woman telling me as they were leaving one day. I wished I could remember her name now because they never came back.

I cried for a long time, waited by the window, and stared longingly every time a car pulled up. But they were gone and never coming back. After that, my dreams ended. I was just a little child, and all hope was lost in my world. Clearly, something was wrong with me as people changed their minds about adopting me over and over again.

Therefore, I did my homework and was nice to other kids, but it was like I went through the motions. My light was out for good. I don’t even know why I remember those things so clearly. I was five and numb most of the time.

The years passed, and I was good at studying. I also read some books but hated those with dragons, fairytales, and impossible scenarios. Those things belonged to the dreamers, and I was not one of them anymore. I was a realist. For good.

Finally, at 10, a single woman came to get me. I...