When I was 4 all I can me remember was that I was sent to an adoption center due my parents living in poor condition. I know it wasn't there fault but CPS still took me I was sent to an adoption center somewhere in Texas but I didn't know where at the time. When they drop me off a lady walks out and grabs my hand and ask me what my name was but I only know Spanish at the time and hear a different language was strange to me because I didn't know what English was or didn't know how to speak it so I never replied back. The people didnt know how to speak Spanish so they just called me kid or boy at the time but I wanted them to call me by my name "Emmanuel" but no it was just ether kid or boy overtime as I got older I start to understand a little bit of English bit but I just stayed with the language that I knew that being Spanish of course but I will never talk because if I did I was get bullied by the other kids that were there so I used to be beaten up I was the worse place to be living in. All I want was to go back home but I never did and I never will.
When I turn 15 I was the hardest time for me because people that came to adopt will ether get kids that are young or newborns. I did get adopted a couple times but they just set me back to the adoption center because I wasn't a perfect fit to there family so all I knew is that families will never pick me just because i didnt know English.
One day an older couple walked in and were looking for a kid to adopt I knew they weren't going to pick me due to my age and my past experience so I sat in the corner of the room that i was in. While I was in there I heard the door open in my room and the two old couple walk in and sat in there with me, then I heard the caretaker tell the couple the I only know Spanish and I was not going to be a perfect fit for them but they didn't if I spoke a different language all they what was to adopt a kid so they adopt me I don't know English I know that I have a new home now.