I guess I'm stressing out a bit. I'm flying out on Monday to visit my older half-brother in South Carolina. No big deal, right? Right.
Thing is, there's every chance in the world that I will get to meet my biological father. I haven't seen him since I was just about three years old. He lives near my older brother.
I found my brother a few years ago on Facebook and through some sleuthing. I wanted to get a medical history for myself and my sons. However, he was very welcoming and joyous at the thought of having a "baby sister" to call his own. So we've quickly become family. I have another older brother who has made the decision to not be involved right now. That's his choice. I'm hoping to meet him while I'm out there too.
But my father. I don't know. The little girl inside of me is crying for him. Is dying to meet him. The stubborn teenager wants me to tell him to "fuck off" because he abandoned me and my twin. The adult me would like to meet him because he's ill with Cancer and I'd like to just know him. I don't need a father or a daddy. But to just say I actually met him would be cool.
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