I believe in
hope. I believe that at least nine out of then people should have it. Even if
there is just that little sliver of it that’s enough. I believe that if there
is hope, miracles can happen.
I should probably
introduce myself so here it goes. My full name is Abigail Morgan Welch. I’m
fifteen years old and about to turn sixteen on March eighteenth. I have an Aunt
whose name is Genia Wood and I absolutely love her to death!
I remember when I
was younger that how come she hadn’t had a child yet. Later I realized that she couldn’t. I noticed
she always had hope, even if it was just about the tiniest thing in the word. She
always held her head high and thought about the positive things. Without a
doubt she’s like more of a sister to me and I absolutely love her.
When I began to
learn she wasn’t able o have children I was a little upset because I’d always thought
she would be on e of the best mother out there. I remember she and my uncle,
Bryan went to the doctors for help. Yet again she had a tremendous amount of
hope.
Several months
earlier the most amazing thing happened to this family. It was right after my
brother and I returned from staying the summer with her in California. Actually
it was the airplane home to Dallas for them when it happened.
I remember a
phone call my mother received while we were at home. My Aunts hope and dreams
finally came true. She was adopting a beautiful little girl. In the phone call
we were told that my Aunt was adopting a little girl from Dallas and the entire
family was so excited to meet her. My Aunt and uncle actually took her home
with them the day they met her.
To this day I don’t
think I’ll ever forget the first time I met her. She was cute as a button and
the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I won’t ever forget how happy they look as a
family, it’s like they were meant o be together. No, they are meant to be together. My Aunt
believed in hope. I believe in hope.
