Margo's Story Essay: Adoption

“Hello? This is agent Jose. We think we have found your parents.” With only those few words coming from the voice mail, Margo threw her phone onto the chair and ran to go find her adoptive parents, Dan, and Patty. Her whole life, Margo waited for the phone call that would lead her to her birth parents. At age one, she was put up for adoption. The only thing that she would ever know about them was that they lived in Oregon just like Margo did now. When she was younger she would watch everyone passing by, hoping that someone that who looked like her -- tall with blonde hair, and brown eyes, would walk by. She would go door to door selling cookies, as an excuse to find any relatives or people that might look like her. Margo found her parents peacefully sitting on their leather furniture, sipping their afternoon cup of scalding coffee. She remembered when they first adopted her. **The day was blustery and dim. At age four, Margo’s day consisted of building blocks towering up really high, then toppling down onto her -- long afternoon naps -- and brightly colored crayons doodling onto the paper. Margo was found sitting on a petite bean bag
Dan and Patty did not fancy the idea of her finding her parents, and especially without them. Without them knowing , she saved up all of her allowance, to soon find her parents. At the age of nine, Margo was as curious as ever, looking for anything that could help her to find her parents. She looked for possible relatives or friend of her parents. By the next year, she had it, a milestone. With all of her saved allowance, she found a website that would find families. An email came in from a man named Jose, who claimed to have found the first, and last names of Margo’s parents -- Shelly and Scott Nelson. When Dan and Patty found out, they forbid Margo to go searching. “The time will come soon enough,” Patty would say to