Who Is Your Family Really Poem by Alex Jones

I came into this world as we all do, with a mother and father. In less than a year my story takes a bit of a turn. She took me from the foster home and made me her own daughter. I never knew another mother. My first memory of a father was when she told me he would be coming home that day and my only thought was 'I have a father, what's a father? ' Then I had a step mother and step sisters. I tried very hard to be like them, act like them, make them love me but I couldn't. Most likely because I was already her daughter and she was my family.