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Therapy archive: - mother_suicide_attempt.md - The clearing, the pistol, the gamble - pre_adoption_foster_care.md - The trailer park, the scar - adoption_day.md - Steve choosing us, the fox hat - steve_death.md - The ambulance, the ashes - ed_hendrix_suicide.md - Forty minutes, the blood, the note - emancipation_2012.md - The courthouse, becoming adult Matrix reference rewritten in Ani's voice
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| The day Steve and Jacque chose us - McDonald's, the fox hat, the ocean | Age 3 |
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The Day They Chose Us
I was adopted from a drug (heroin) oriented household around the age of three, along with the company of one of my sisters. On that first day I clung to the male figure who turned out to be my future father, Steve Tunturi.
My sister and I were very excited, we had been told we would be meeting two older people who wanted to take us to McDonalds. I couldn't believe it. I had heard about McDonalds from Jessica, it sounded amazing.
We went out to eat (my first ever trip to a restaurant), and later ventured to a park. I remember wanting to play, but I was hardly ever let out of Steve's arms. I eventually complained, and a big furry hat with a long fox tail was stuffed onto my head. It quickly distracted me.
My sister seemed to understand more than I did about this day's endeavours; she pleaded to go and tour her school with these two adults as I scurried off to the play area. I ended up in the "kitchen" and pretended to make Nesquik pancakes.
At the end of the day, the social worker we became acquainted with asked Jessica and I if we'd like to stay for one week with Steve and Jacque Tunturi. I nodded and Jessica did the speaking.
We hopped in the car and Jessica started singing something about wheels on a bus… I fell asleep.
When I woke, we were in what seemed like a mansion. It was a house with a basement, and second floor. Looking out through the window I saw the ocean for the first time, and I was thankful because I knew I wouldn't go to bed hungry anytime soon.
Age 3 - the day the Tunturis chose us