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Life After My Adoption

            I was adopted by my aunt and uncle when I was 6 years old. My biological parents had been addicted to crystal meth and had chosen drugs over their children at the time. They were deemed unfit to raise children so the three of my siblings and myself were all put into foster care. We juggled throughout foster homes for several months. Then, my aunt and uncle had found out and had immediately gotten a license to foster the four of us. They had fostered us for a few years and then adopted us. At the time I thought it was the best thing that could have happened. Until my father's anger issues became clear. In the beginning he had only gotten very enraged very quickly. Loud yelling and throwing of things such as glass plates and cups. Eventually it had led to abuse. He would get angry about the smallest of things and destroy everything in his path.
             Many children who have gone through foster care imagine that getting adopted is like heaven on Earth. Or at least I did. And the first few months of it were, I couldn't have been happier living with my new family with my three siblings and the two new brothers I had that were previously my cousins. That was until I was 6 years old and my father hit me. I remember it as if it was yesterday, I missed my bus on the first day of 1st grade and he was outraged. Unfortunately his anger got out of control quite often. Some things that would really aggravate him was lying, which is understandable, and when me and my siblings fought. All siblings get into arguments and fight and at the time there were 6 of us living together so obviously we were going to get into arguments. But the worst part is he never got mad at my brother Nathaniel. Nathaniel was his only biological son so of course he favored him. He believed that Nathaniel never did anything wrong and nothing was ever his fault. .
             Often he got angry over stupid things. For example there was this one time were the house phone was moved and it died because it wasn't on the charger.

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