Dear Diary,
Today my mother handed me a scrapbook full of my childhood pictures. I was so overwhelmed looking at these people I had no clue who they were. I asked my mom about this one person, a tall man that was holding me. "Honey, this is your biological dad," she said. I was speechless and still just starring at the picture with thousand of thoughts going through my head. Man oh man did he look like me. So, I kept flipping through the pages looking at more and more happiness as I go, yet I didn't understand much.
Once again my mother walked into the room and approached me with letters in her hand and set them soon my lap and told me I was ready. So I looked at her and started to analyze the envelope searching for a return address, but there wasn't. When I started reading them I knew from the start who it was, my dad. It was explaining how he couldn't handle me, take care of me, and why he left my mother and I with out a man in our life to help guide us. I wasn't wanted by someone who made me. Someone who just left without a hello.
It was a very depressing moment I had to share with my mom. It had to happen sooner or later, but I didn't see it coming.
Today my mother handed me a scrapbook full of my childhood pictures. I was so overwhelmed looking at these people I had no clue who they were. I asked my mom about this one person, a tall man that was holding me. "Honey, this is your biological dad," she said. I was speechless and still just starring at the picture with thousand of thoughts going through my head. Man oh man did he look like me. So, I kept flipping through the pages looking at more and more happiness as I go, yet I didn't understand much.
Once again my mother walked into the room and approached me with letters in her hand and set them soon my lap and told me I was ready. So I looked at her and started to analyze the envelope searching for a return address, but there wasn't. When I started reading them I knew from the start who it was, my dad. It was explaining how he couldn't handle me, take care of me, and why he left my mother and I with out a man in our life to help guide us. I wasn't wanted by someone who made me. Someone who just left without a hello.
It was a very depressing moment I had to share with my mom. It had to happen sooner or later, but I didn't see it coming.