Not a parent but i wad adopted when I was a baby. My parents wanted me to have a sister so we started the adoption process when I was 6. I finally got a sister from India when I was 10 and she was 9. She was really really bad though. I mean, her and I got along great but she didn't speak English and she was a bully at school. She got kicked out of two schools. And she wasn't learning English as fast as we thought she would.

Another girl she lived with in India lived about 5 hours away with her adoptive family and sometimes they would talk on the phone. After about a year, my parents decided this girl was going to live with this other family permanently because she was too much trouble for us.

A few months later, my dad and I went down to take my sister to her new family. I was instantly jealous because this family had 8 kids! I had always wanted just a sister or a big family and she was getting everything I wanted. I wasn't mad at her but confused amd angry with my parents.

But then as time went on I think with the bigger family she would have more help and probably learned English way faster living with them.

But about a year ago she added me on Facebook. We small talked here and there. She was always tagging herself at this nursing home type of place. She told me she had an interview for Wendy's but that didn't go well. I asked her why not apply to the community home that she was always at. Well she told me she lives there.

What?? So I ask her why and she tells me she had heard voices in her head telling her to cut herself. So I guess her parents had sent her there because they couldn't deal with it? I don't know. It makes me feel horrible because we didn't get to help her. Also, I have depression and after she left, a few years later I had started to cut myself and heard some voices too. I just feel like her and I maybe could have helped each other. I remember feeling so fucking alone during that time in my life.

I feel bad I didn't get a say in anything.