Description
My name is Emerson Mitchell. It's the name that is printed in black ink on my birth certificate. I don't know if I was named after a relative or if my biological parents stumbled upon the name in a baby book one day. I don't know much about my life before I was given up. The one thing I know with absolute clarity is that I was born in August to a teen mom who, with much love in her heart, decided I deserved more than what she could give me. She left me, at two days old, in a baby box at a hospital in Alberta. Emerson has been in the foster system for the majority of her life. She doesn't know any different. Her first words were spoken in foster home #2. Her first steps were taken in foster home #4. Now 16, Emerson is close to aging out of the system. Given one last chance to find her forever home, she is cautiously optimistic.
Emerson's Secret
