Fun Childhood

My new childhood was AWESOME!! My new family treated me well and got me chubby. They thought that if you were skinny you would end up as an alcoholic and you would be weak, but obviously that’s not true. I had a house in NJ and a apartment in the Bronx. I thought we were rich, because my dad owns the buildings we were living in and everyone seemed to know him. It’s nice how they started a better life after leaving Puerto Rico.

I spend the weekends in NJ and came back to the Bronx on the weekends because I go to school there. My parents go to NJ to visit their children and grandchildren. They even go to church in NJ because there is no other place my parents rather be than their own neighborhood church.

Bad Turtle

As a young kid, I’ve I had a lot of fun memories, like when I was in a BBQ and I sucked off all the barbeque from everybody’s shish kebab.   There was also a time where I would drink from the adults’ cup and ended up going crazy.

But the craziest memory of all was when my mom got me & my sister a turtle. The turtle was a baaaaaaaaaaad turtle; it attracted cockroaches, so we had to clean the tank every day. Soon we decided to leave that messed up turtle in the basement, which is where he started to play hide and seek. Every day we might find him under the couch, behind the refrigerator, in the bathroom, and sometimes in that dangerous boiler we had. Soon the game of hide-and-seek itself became dangerous and soon…it killed my turtle. The story was that the turtle went in the boiler and a rat ate him. Evidently, it was true. I despised of turtles ever since.

Who I Am

My name is Romeo Moses, at least until I was adopted. My new name is Wilson Romeo Oliveras, Jr. I was born in Albany December 19, 1997. I really don’t know much about my life when I was living with my biological parents in the Bronx because I’ve pretty much lived my whole life with my adoptive parents since I was 2 months old. It’s not really that bad; except that kids wonder why I have white parents (actually they’re Puerto Rican). Besides, my adoptive parents told me why I was adopted as soon as I started the 1^st grade. I didn’t understand how it was so important until I visited my parents in the agency. I was only 6 at the time, but I was smart enough to see how much they loved me.

My life started with meeting people that’s part of my new family, but I wasn’t used to giants looking at me with big eyeballs, tongues twisted, or faces that seem like they’re trying to make fun of me. A couple of my new family members lived in the same house that I was living in now so I got used to them and treated them like my real family. I haven’t really worried much about where my real family was, but I haven’t forgotten the most important parts that they marked in my history.