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Below is a brief reflective essay to help you out. Feel free to change anything to make it sound more like yourself and closer to your real life. Let's keep in mind that a reflective essay is the author's own reflections and analysis of his/her life, or a specific event of life.
It felt strangely comfortable and familiar as I opened the car door and took my usual seat at the back that day. I had just come back to my reality, but the reality I had just witnessed lingered in my thoughts. You see, I had had my first contact with deprivation. I was just a kid, a nine-year-old who was far from rich, but who happened to know very little about how tough the world can be on a child.
My parents had taken me to this "home". When they used that word I had, of course, pictured something very different. It was a place for children who weren't as lucky as myself. And now, looking back, I realize that meeting them made me even luckier. We were there to throw them a party, to celebrate their birthdays. And they were happy... simply ecstatic by having someone acknowledge their existence. It's funny how we can take things for granted. How we demand birthday parties, how we ask our parents not to stick around because they'll embarrass us, how we no longer want gifts, we'll have money instead...
The more we reflect on life's fairness, the more we can tell it has none. How come I deserved to go home to my video games, my own bedroom, my allowance? What was it that made me any different from those kids? The answer was nothing. Just luck, perhaps. And even my nine-year-old self knew how unjust that was. I happened to be born to a family. I didn't happen to deserve it. Those kids did not deserve not having one, that's for sure. As we drove home, I made the three decisions that would change my purposes in life forever. I would be a good kid. I would be a good parent. I would adopt.
