My dad and teacher didn’t want me to put this information on the slide, and
I bet she’s upset with me right now as I’m presenting it, but the way I see
it, it’s my story, and I should be able to tell it. I was born in a country
in Africa called Ethiopia. When I was still a baby, some men came into my
village, and took me away. They were trying to sell me to some really bad
people. We think that I would have grown up to be a slave for them. That’s
right, slavery still happens. I was rescued, but not everyone is, and it’s
going on all over the world. They found me and a bunch of other children on
a big ship, and took me to New Jersey where I would be safe. But I still
didn’t have a home. A group of women who worked for the state took care of
us in an orphanage. Reporters talked about what happened to us on the news,
so actually a lot of people wanted to adopt us, but they first had to see if
they could send us back to our birth parents. It was really complicated. It
usually took a really long time to find out where we belonged, because we
didn’t all know our names, or who our parents were. I was there for three
years before my papa and dad came in to take me to my forever home. I will
always be grateful to them for that, because I love them, and I would never
want to live anywhere else.
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