Of course, like so many people, I would like to know who my biological father is. Thinking about it, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to be his friend if I met him, or become close, but he is an important piece to who I am. I could have other half brothers and sisters, that I don’t even know about. Another family that is not even there. I hate not knowing.
I’ve never met my father; he left me before I was even born. I asked my biological mother who he really was(I was adopted by my grandparents), after building up the courage, only to be shot down. She told me that she wasn’t ready to tell me. She said I might not like who he is. And she told me he knows that I exist, and knows where I live, but apparently never bothered to do anything about it.
Knowing this didn’t hurt; I just felt numb about it, it’s not like I know him enough to care. But I do still want to know who he is. And I guess I’m going to have to try once again, be more persistent and insist on getting the truth.
