Is it wrong for a parent to never tell you that you were adopted? I guess I should've seen it; I never knew the real story about the day I was born. All I knew was that it was December 17th, a warm night, and that I was healthy and that was all I needed to know. At least that's what my mom tells me.

My name is MacKenzie Brandi Walker, and I go by Mackie. I'm 13 years old, with curly caramel colored hair and almond-shaped blue eyes. I always used to be confused about my traits, because my mother has brown hair and eyes as well as my father.

I realized I looked more like Aunt Amy. Well, she's not really my aunt, but... look, if you read my story, it'll make a lot more sense.

Hi, guys! This is my second fic, so I hope y'all like it! I don't own To Save A Life.

I always liked to ponder about what the open adoption with Amy and her baby was like, so I decided to write about it.