The Monument (2011)
“When I was a baby my mother left me in the backseat of a police car in Kansas City, Kansas, and I don’t remember name, place, what she was like—none of it.
I don’t even know if it was true except that the sisters at Our Lady of Bleeding Redemption Orphanage told me that, and they aren’t supposed to lie so maybe it’s true.
They named me Rachael Ellen Turner, the sisters, but I got the nickname of Rocky because I threw rocks to make up for being small. I lived at Our Lady until I was nine years old, and I didn’t think there was any way that I would be adopted.
I didn’t have many friends because about the time you got to know somebody they would get adopted, and I didn’t because of my color and my left leg.
Oh, they said it was for other reasons—there was always some excuse—but it was really my color and my left leg. I am the color of light caramel and have curly tight hair and even though they told us it didn’t count, it was a fact that lighter-colored kids got adopted right away and th...e darker ones didn’t.MoreLess
I don’t even know if it was true except that the sisters at Our Lady of Bleeding Redemption Orphanage told me that, and they aren’t supposed to lie so maybe it’s true.
They named me Rachael Ellen Turner, the sisters, but I got the nickname of Rocky because I threw rocks to make up for being small. I lived at Our Lady until I was nine years old, and I didn’t think there was any way that I would be adopted.
I didn’t have many friends because about the time you got to know somebody they would get adopted, and I didn’t because of my color and my left leg.
Oh, they said it was for other reasons—there was always some excuse—but it was really my color and my left leg. I am the color of light caramel and have curly tight hair and even though they told us it didn’t count, it was a fact that lighter-colored kids got adopted right away and th...e darker ones didn’t.MoreLess
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