The Peregrine Review


Rosemary Jones


A homemade photo album served as one of my first books. Within it, the story of my adoption, always recounted to me sitting on my mother’s or my father’s lap. This is you, all the way in China! And this is Mommy and Daddy and your older sister at the airport— we had to fly fourteen hours to go and get you and bring you home! I don’t think many kids have the privilege to say that one of the first stories their parents ever told them was their own. I suppose I should have felt special and empowered. But, hearing about my adoption was normal to me and my mommy-made picture merely represents one of my first experiences with reading.