A Different Kind of Love 別樣的愛

When you are five years old， your mother is your everything. She is your provider， friend， nurse， and listening ear； the only person whom you trust implicitly1） with your hopes， dreams， fears， and wishes. A mother is the person you run to when you fall and scrape2） your knee because you know she will be there with a hug to make it better. She reads you books and when she tucks you in3）， you know she will be there in the morning， no matter what. For me， however， this was not the case.

My mother suffered from depression and other health issues that would keep her in bed for days， leaving me to care for her and fend for myself4）. This situation reversed our roles as child and caretaker， which forced me to grow up much faster than the average child. Seeing her there， her hopeless eyes staring through me terrified me more than I can describe.

While I knew my mother was sick， I felt deep down that we could get through5） it and everything would be okay. However， in 1997 everything went horribly wrong， and my life changed forever.

Adoption is a foreign word to a five-year-old， but when I realized that my own mother had signed me over6） to strangers， I felt it was the ultimate betrayal. I suffered from shock， anger， and confusion as I attempted to adjust to my new family. No longer could I trust anyone since the one person I had loved more than all else in the world had abandoned me.

I did learn to love my new parents and sister， though I could not forgive my birth mother for rejecting me. Hearing people tell me that she did it in my best interest—that she actually loved me—made me even more bitter. I insisted that if she had truly loved me she would have made it work for our little family.

Through the years I have resented her for this decision； I always wondered how she could abandon me like an old sofa at the dump. I tried to avoid telling people I was adopted because I was ashamed that my mother hadn't wanted me. However， the older I got， the more I began to understand how desperate our situation had been.

We had been surviving on boxes of noodles， and at one point we even lived in our car. I never went to the dentist and was passed from drug-addicted cousins to mentally unstable neighbors as my mother fought to try and save me from what our lives were becoming with each passing day. I have started to understand the reasons she put me up for adoption， and that in the long run she really did save me.

Only recently have I begun to understand how a mother could give her child to strangers， and I realize now the sacrifice it must have been for her to let me go. She was incredibly sick， but even in her state she understood that she was steadily pulling me down with her. She loved me more than anything， so she wanted me to have a chance in life， one she realized she could no longer offer me. When I look back now， I am grateful to her. Even though I resented her for a long time， I now know my life has been a special gift only because she was selfless enough to give me up.

1.implicitly [?m?pl?s?tli] adv. 絕對地；毫無保留地

2.scrape [skre?p] vt. 擦傷

3.tuck in： 把……舒適溫暖地蓋好

4.fend for oneself： 照料自己

5.get through： 熬過（困難時期等）

6.sign sth. over： 簽字轉(zhuǎn)讓（財產(chǎn)或權(quán)利）