When I lived with my biological mom and my brother, she always would argue and abuse us.
My great-aunt adopted me when I was about 4 or 5. Half of me was happy, but the other half of me was sad because I got separated from my brother.
Yes, I'm fine
Growing up I thought about how my life would be living with my real mom and every time I saw someone with their real mothers it used to make me jealous and I would pray to god every night wishing that I could get my mom back.
When I was about 12 or 13, I found out that my mom was in jail when she sent me a letter. She told me that she knew I was upset with her, but thing is that I wasn't mad at her at all and I wish that I could tell her that.
I'm not upset with my biological mom, I just want to see her and tell her how much I miss her. Sometimes, when I'm with my great-aunt I think about my mom,but I don't want to tell her that because I don't want her to feel some type of way. I haven't seen my biological mom in about 6 years and she never got to see any of my greatest accomplishments.
At the end of the day, I believe that I still have hope in finding my mom. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone learns from them.