It takes a long time to adopt a child, especially one that is in the
situation that I was in. My parents put in their application right away, but
it was almost three years before it finally went through! I lived in an
orphanage while I was waiting, and the people in charge had to first find
out if there was any way to get me back to where I was born. In the year
2016, and evil man started to run for president. He doesn’t like people who
look like me, or who are from countries like my home country. He thinks that
everyone who wasn’t born in this country is automatically bad. Even if they
were born here, if their parents weren’t, he just doesn’t like them anyway.
He believes in a lot of other bad things, and a bunch of people wanted to
vote for him, because they felt the same way. My fathers are good people,
who feel nothing but love for everyone. So while they were waiting for me to
come into their lives, they drove down to Washington D.C. to protest against
the presidential candidate. Washington D.C. isn’t a state, it’s a district,
but it’s pretty much in Maryland, and my fathers’ hotel was really close to
the border, so they spent a little time over on that side of it, and I think
that it counts. They marched on the streets to let people know that they
didn’t want this man to win the election, and guess what, he didn’t! He was
never a president, and I say my fathers had something to do with it. They
obviously weren’t the only ones who protested, but as my grandma will say,
every voice counts. I think that’s probably true. If you feel a certain way,
and you want people to know it, then you should say it. That’s what it means
to be in a free country. Even the bad man had a right to say what he didn’t,
even though it was all bad stuff.
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