Liss was adopted by a pack of wild Italian Americans. With fair skin and auburn hair, she didn't look like us, but I rarely recognized that. I never asked why we all had olive skin and dark hair and she didn't. She was my cousin, that was it. I was told about what brought her too us briefly but I never questioned it. As my own immediate family would stretch and dissipate, I would figure out that love and maybe a few legal documents are all that really defines it anyway.
Anything that makes you different is open for ridicule. Liss, now 24, recently read an article on the Huffington Post about the meanest things that are said to the adopted daughters of this one woman.
After reading it, she said that it taught the girls how to be victims. Growing up with my aunt at the helm of her family, she was raised to own her flaws and to carry herself with the grace of her own convictions. . She knows that being raised by someone as loving as her parents hardly constitutes as being a victim.
"If anything," she says, "I got lucky."
We did too, kid.
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