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Background Info: The background is mostly self explanatory. This monologue would also work nicely if you had a Scottish/Isrish accent. (I tried looking on the web for an Irish accent monologue and couldn't find one, so that's why I wrote this.) You can put a spin on the monologue about how she hates/loves her "new parents" and feels guilty that she hates/loves her "new parents."

I came to this country about 10 years ago, when I was just a little girl. I miss my home; I miss the countryside and running about freely with my friends. I even miss doing my chores. Mostly I -- I just miss my parents. My real parents. See, when we were going to America, our names weren't registered to leave. We were going to sneak into the crowd, and get onto the boat. We all held hands and tried to stay low.

(starting to cry) We tried to look inconspicuous, but they saw us, and we started to run. The police officers, they started yelling, and I started to cry. We were holding hands... and I tried not to let go... but the crowd -- it broke us up. We weren't holding hands anymore. The last thing my parents said to me was (openly crying) "Run! Run! Leave this place! Don't look back!" I ran until my legs hurt, and until my heart pumped out of my chest.

This couple found me crying on the boat, and said they'd pretend to be my parents. And I've lived with them ever since. But they aren't my parents! (hysterical crying and screaming) THEY'LL NEVER BE MY PARENTS! I abandoned them! (stop crying, looking ashamed) I left them... It's my fault... They told me not to look back, but I look back everyday of my life.