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Adopted Cannot Adapt
I was observing them for years, and have done it so with open eyes and ears, I still keep a sharp eye on each move, whenever they move or "she"moves, childless and in marriage for ten, they had decided to adopt one for their ken, pretty,chubby and bubbly she was, when they got her home, it was a live kid taken for a toy, they had love and affection, but primary was their own joy, cradled I saw her look strangely at her adopted parents, when she did not recognize, she broke into a shrill fearful cry, that could have ..but did not...last for years, she squirmed at foreign love and familiarity, they thought it was time before she would come around, they gave her all but her roots, her outer was well kept but inner cried, her chemistry did not simply gel, she was looking for her own genes always in a pell mell, she cursed the day when she was left in children home, she was helpless and all alone, they had come not to give her support, they had come to serve their own parched souls, she was the object of use, and all had done so till she felt badly so, she thought this and more as she grew old enough to think, she hid this and all from all as she feared obvious, grew she did into adulthood, soon she got her own domain, trust me she did not look back, at her adopted parents any time again, they still thought that they had an adopted daughter, but the daughter had no adopted parents, she was still alone, waiting to meet her genetic parents, the adopted had not adapted at all.
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