Cami+B’s+OpEd+Article

==**“Real parents? Those who have adopted a child are really his/her parents from that point on. Birthmothers and fathers are genetically related to the child forever, but they are not the child’s “ real parents.”**== ==**It’s a question I get asked a lot. “Have you ever met your real parents?” I just cringe and smile politely now being used to that question from my peers. And I always reply with the same answer. I know what they are implying but I tell them “yes, I have met them. I live with them.” Although they may not biologically be my so called “real parents,” I’ll never consider some knocked up 16 year old in Korea to be my real mom. As far as I’m concerned, a parent is someone who helps you through the agonizing days as a hormonal teenager, witnesses your first steps, your first words, your first boyfriend/girlfriend and then breakup, etc. and is somebody who loves you and wants the best for you. That is what I consider my parents. I don't need to be blood related to them to have the same relationship and love shown as somebody who is blood related. So yes, I live with my real parents. I know my real parents .**== ====**It doesn’t really bother me all that much anymore, but if you are going to ask somebody who is adopted if they know their real parents, instead ask if they know their birth parents. It leaves that awkward moment out..okay peace. Asian persuasion cougar turned dragon is done.**==== ===
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