have been told one story most of my life that has always brought a tear to my eye. It is the store of how I came to this earth. My mother has wanted children all her life, and she was blessed with a son. She went out one night to gaze at the stars and she made a wish for a daughter, as she reached up to pick one of the millions of stars, she picked my star. From that day forward I was her child. National Adoption Month November is National Adoption Month, and it is the month to celebrate both my brother’s and my adoption. I was chosenÂ out of millions of other little children waiting to be adopted. It was not an easy road for my mother and father. The day I was born was three months too early. The woman who gave birth to me did not want me and had done something terribleÂ to cause early labor. Even after leaving the hospital, my mother and father worked around the clock to make sure I stayed breathing. I am grateful for them, as I know if it were not for them, I would not be here. As I was growing up, I was not an easy child. I had learningÂ disabilities, and I could not speak like other children. My mother was my advocateÂ in all things for my education. I would not be where I am or who I am without my parents. Being Thankful After meeting my biological mother, I see how blessed that I am to have been adopted. I may somewhat look like this woman, but I am not her and that is due to the way I was raised. I have only recently found my biological father and have found two more siblings. I am still unsure of how I feel about this as I lost my father over 10 years ago. Hardships Later Down the Road My mom has said a few times she regrets adopting children so late in life. I try to reassureÂ her that she should have no regrets in adopting me. She worked hard to care for me unlike a younger mother could. She taught me things a younger mother could never have. Yes, there is a hardship now, has been sinceÂ I was 13 years old and my father fell sick. We had a few good years after he passed away, and now I am caring for her, just like she cared for me. I wouldn’t change this for the world. Those Wishing to Adopt As an adoptee, I have to say I am astounded by the love that you have in your hearts. To love someone else’s child is an amazingÂ thing. I know some of you are waiting years, but don’t ever give up hope while you are looking for your star in the night sky. Keep looking and one day he or she will be there. Sometimes you wish for a newly born star, but sometime the star that is meant for you may be a little older, that star is still for you, and still needs you. Those Waiting to be Adopted I was one of the children adopted from birth, it happens every day. I am reaching out to the older children. Never give up hope, your forever home is just around the corner. I hope to be the mother to one of you one day. To The Adoptees Love and cherish your forever home. I hurt my mother when I was a teenager by saying your not my real mother. That was the most foolish thing I could have ever said to her, as she is more my real mother than if she had carried me for 9 months and given birth to me. Adoptive parents may not have given birth to you, but they have chosen you, given up things to bring you into their home and raise you with a love so fierce. When you get curious and start to find out who your biological family is, don’t forget to lean on your family if things don’t go your way. Don’t get your hopes up when you do find your biological family, as they are not always what they seem. You may have been given up a good reason, or you may have been given up like I was, money. Always keep an open heart.