I just got home from church. My mom sent me an email with some pretty startling news. It’s made me really emotional and I don’t understand much why I’m bawling right now. It really struck my emotions very suddenly. Don’t worry, it’s not anything tragic, but it took me completely by surprise and it’s given me a lot to think about. Most of you know there’s not a single drop of American/Caucasian blood in me, but the man who raised me is the man I call “Dad,” and he’s the only father I’ve ever known. He’s a good man and worked hard to support his family, and I admire his devotion. Yes, I know some other man is my biological father, but I don’t know him, at least nothing beyond his name, and that I look a lot like him, according to my mom. I thought he was long gone, that I’d not even be the slightest inkling in his mind, and that the chances of my meeting him were slim to none. And yet, in this email, the email from my mom, this man, my biological father, the man whose history with me only involves his donation of an X chromosome to my existence, he is looking for me.

I don’t know what to do with this news. I can’t control my crying.

My biological father is looking for me.

7 thoughts on “Sunday

  1. Wow, May. That is very big. Of course you are emotional. Who wouldn’t be?

    I have so much to say about biological fathers and dads, but I will refrain here. Aerie has both. Both men love her.

    We wish you the best as you ponder and face this chapter in your life.

  2. That emoticon looks strangely conniving, which really is not what I was going for. I was really trying to send my love to you internet-style. Just keep that in mind when you read my comment that ends with such a yellow face.

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