Jared was seven when his sister Janelle joined the family by adoption. Now 18, he gives us a rare look at what the experience meant to a young boy. In the manner of children, his memories are filtered by his age at the time.
by Jared Price
At five years old
When I was five, my parents decided to adopt. I wasn’t surprised. They had always talked about adopting.
Six years old
It was August, and the Federal Express man delivered pictures and information about my new sister. Mom said, “Isn’t she cute?” I thought she was beautiful.
Seven years old
My sister was supposed to arrive in November, but government delays kept her at the orphanage. Finally, in February, Mom went to Haiti to get her. We met them at the airport, along with 150 friends and relatives. A friend held me on his shoulders so I could see my sister coming off the plane.
A few days later, I wanted to take Janelle to school for Show and Tell. But Mom said she had to adjust to us before we let her meet a bunch of strangers….