Meeting my father
On August 19, 2008, I met my biological father for the first time in twenty years. I’ve always heard stories about him from my mother, but that just wasn’t enough for me. So on my eighteenth birthday, I wrote him a letter letting explaining who I was and that I wanted to get to know him. I never got a response of any kind which made me think that he didn’t really care or that he was married and his wife didn’t know he had another child.
Two years went by and out of nowhere this unfamiliar black Nissan truck pulls up in front of my house around 11o’clock at night. So I went outside to see who it was and this very deep voice blurted out, “Does Karen still live here?” I thought to myself who is this man asking for my mother at this time of night. So I asked “What is your name?” and he responded with hesitation, my name is Curtis. It was like this strange feeling came over me because my mother always told me that my father’s name was Curtis. My thoughts were running a hundred miles a minute, and so I said “my father?”
He instantly parked his truck in the middle of the street to get a good look at me. He had this shocked look upon his face like he already knew that I was his daughter. Once we began talking it was like this part of me, that I’ve been wanting to get to know, was looking me in my eyes. He explained to me that he was never around because my mother wouldn’t allow him to come around. It kind of made me a little upset with my mother, but I couldn’t just believe everything he was telling me. I had never met him before and knew nothing about him but made myself believe him because he could have possibly been my father. I explained to him that what happened between him and my mother was in the past and that I had forgiven him for never being a part of my life. I just wanted to have that father-daughter relationship with him. We exchanged numbers and he called me the following week to set up a day to go get a paternity test.
We went to Rite Aid and purchased a Paternity Test and took it back to my home. There was so much anticipation in me that you could pop it like a balloon. After a few days, I called him to tell him that the results had arrived so that we could open them together. The results read that I had finally found my father after twenty long years.
I can’t even explain how good it felt to finally meet him. There’s no greater feeling than to finally have found him after twenty years of not knowing. I couldn’t stop crying as it was just so emotional for both of us. I called and told my mother that I finally met him and that a paternity test proved that he was indeed my father.
Ever since that day, everything in my life just seems right. I’ve met all my brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins and most importantly my grandmother. I look just like her and that makes me so very happy. I have a great relationship with my two little sisters, which I never thought I would have. Even though I’ve met my biological father that doesn’t change the way that I feel towards my step-father. He was there for me my whole life and he still is there for me today. The fact that he acts the same towards me now as he did before I knew my real father makes me really appreciate and love him even more. I’m happy that I can say that I have two father figures that play an important role in my life. There’s nothing like having love that you never knew existed. I am glad that I took the Paternity Test because It helped me find a part of me that I thought I would never know.
