One of the hardest things about being in foster care and being adopted is that nobody looks like you.
So much time is spent staring at the faces around you searching for any slight resemblence. After a while you forget about it. School always reminded me. There were always sisters that people thought were twins even though they weren't, cousins that looked liked siblings and so on. Back to school night was always a reminder also. Whole families would come and then I could see many variations of my classmates face in their family members. I wished for his so badly. What really hurt was knowing I had a sister and we looked a lot a like. A sister I never got to see because I was in one foster home and she was in another. I had a biological mother that I was the splitting image of but I never got to see her either.