THE ADOPTED CHILD

Hi there, I’m Emma Lockwood from Florence in Italy. I know what some of you Italians are thinking, who would name their child Emma? sure its not a common name, but its not my fault I’m not originally from Italy. so where am I really from? I have no idea so the only thing left now to do is ask my older sister ‘Emilia Lockwood’ for some information on my birth history.

I walked down the squeaky clean stairs to my lovely caring older sister Emilia. I sat down comfortably next to my sister and pulled a mischievous grin up my chubby yet soft face and asked

“oh wonderful sister, would you kindly tell me where I was born in this huge world?”

Suddenly, she started to look quite nervous then gulped loudly and replied,

“W-what makes you think you weren’t B-born in Italy?” Emilia stammered “In fact W-why don’t we go for some ice-cream instead of talking about boring birth history, don’t you think so?”

Emilia was acting a little abnormal, that meant it was time for plan b and plan ‘B’ was ask Mr and Mrs Lockwood.

I looked across the room, outside, my mom and dad were seated on the garden chairs eating pizza and drinking my left over orange juice from breakfast. I ran outside and screamed

” YOU LOT BETTER START EXPLAINING MY BIRTH HISTORY”

My mom looked at my father sadly and said, “we have to tell her”

My father took a deep breath and said, ” Honey you are getting older and older by the second and your mother and I knew that one day we would have to tell you that- you are adopted”

I froze in shock I felt like my whole life was a lie. My life flashed before my eyes before I dropped in shock and everything went blank…