Once upon a time, a boy and a girl
fell for each other and made a baby.
That baby was me, and now I'm grown
and I wanted answers. I might have got
my answers, but I also got something I
never thought I'd have - siblings. Not just
one, not even two, but four of them, all perfect.
That was then, and this - it seems - is now.
You tell me one thing, your wife tells me another,
and I'm stuck in the middle not knowing which
way to turn. I thought this would be simple - find
my biological father, get his name, get answers,
live my life just as it always used to be. Now it
seems even a simple life is not to be.
I hope you're reading this, and I hope you take
it in. I can't even bring myself to call you 'dad'.
and I certainly won't name you in public. You say
you wanted to find me and have a relationship, but
if that's true then why do I feel abandoned all over
again? You're supposed to be my biological dad, not
someone I met on the street.
So there we have it - you and me on opposite sides of
the proverbial fence. You want a DNA test, I want a dad.
You want to 'prove' I'm yours, I just want some answers.
I don't want a DNA test, I don't want to 'prove' anything,
I just want my biological dad to be a dad to me and not
a stranger who barely talks to me and is more interested
in doing what his wife says than being there for me.
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