The things she said to me
Settled into the crevice
Of my heart
Previously unoccupied
The tighter she hugged me
The warmer I felt
I could never recreate
Her love for me
The words
"Adopted" float around
In my head
Like clouds in the sky
I've thought about it
A thousand times
And now I know
She thinks of it too.
Ironically enough, I'm 90% I'm not adopted. I wish with all my heart I was, and this is about being called someone's adopted daughter, but no, I am not adopted as far as I know.