The McDonald's by my house hires at fifteen, so I want to get a job there. In order to get a job, I need a worker's permit since I'm under eighteen.
In order to get a worker's permit, I need to bring in an application and a proof of age, so I brought my passport. My passport has my name from before I was adopted, so I explained that.
The secretary filling out my permit said her kids are adopted as well. She took the time to tell me that I was twice loved, and that I'm special.
For some reason I lied to her and told her my birth mom gave me up, and I feel really bad about that, though.
But she felt bad because I was close to tears, and before I left, she asked me what I learned today. She said, "You're loved, and you're special," then sent me to class.
I couldn't even type this without getting teary-eyed.
