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@evelyn

Hi, I don’t have any crazy stories about ancestors from other countries. In fact the only ancestor from another country I’ve even heard about was my great-great grandma who immigrated into the U.S. from Czechia, but I’ve never heard any stories about her. But, my life does still inspire me to write stories.

There is one story I would like to share which isn’t exactly about me. It is the story of my best friend’s family. My best friend was born in Guatemala and was in an orphanage until his adopted parents got him. He’s lived with them since he was a baby, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t scarred from it all. He has a very difficult personality, and he is a bit of a compulsive liar at times. My Mom told me it is likely from the fact he didn’t have a mother when he was really little. He doesn’t have many friends, but I’ve stuck with him for five years.

He also has an adopted older sister, their parents adopted her as a baby. They knew the birth mother. It’s actually amazing because while my best friend is obviously adopted, she looks so much like her adopted Mom that if they wanted to know one would ever know.

But, the saddest part of this story is their little brothers. I’ve only known this family for six years, and my friend and his sister were adopted long before that, but while I knew them they tried to adopt again. The first kids they had come to there house were from the Ukraine. Three brothers, I can’t remember their names. The littler ones were sweet, but the oldest one had anger issues and wasn’t nice towards anyone even his brothers. The boys stayed for about a month and then went back to the orphanage. My friend’s family tried to adopt the two younger boys, and there was already a family perfect for the older boy. But, the court wouldn’t split them up, so as far as I know those boys are still trying to find a home.

About a year later they tried again. This time they got a twelve year old girl and a six year old boy from Latvia. Diana and Vladik. They went on a camping trip with us, I don’t think anyone has ever eaten as many s’mores as Diana did. But, Diana was different. She was nice, but she had family, and a phone and clothes. I don’t think she was ever up for adoption. Vlad on the other hand was an orphan. He showed up at the airport with nothing more than some old shoes and the clothes on his back. But, he was the sweetest little thing. He couldn’t speak a word of English when he arrived, but he would play uno with us. He worshiped my friend’s father and was as polite as he could be. The most memorable thing was that he loved the Minions, all you had to say was Banana and his face would light up. But, summer ended, and they had to go back. Diana was fine, she got to see her Grandma again, but Vlad cried. The entire family loved him and wanted to adopt him. They tried to do it to, but the orphanage hadn’t filled out any of his papers, and wouldn’t let them adopt him. I don’t know what has become of him, but I know that his family here does still love him.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this is the inspiration for my WIP.