My DadWhen you are young, many events occur in your childhood years, such as lessons you learned, mistakes you made, sports you played, places you visited, people you met, and many more interesting events. In your mind the event remains transparent, perhaps as if it occurred yesterday. Realistically, it occurred five or six years ago.During my childhood years, there is one event that I remember well. So well that I remember evem the smallest details that occured. When I was about the age of ten my parents decided to separate. At my young age I, like most typical children at that age, I didn't exactly understand the circumstances. It was exceptionally difficult to cope with. Throughout all the arguments between my parents, I recall a few lines of one argument clearly, like a bottle of purified drinking water. I remember standing outside of my mother's bedroom d ...view middle of the document...
I remember thinking can this really be true? My dad is my dad, right? Why did my mom say that to my father? I had so many unanswered questions and I wanted to seek answers to them but I didn't know how to pursue the task.One day, I approached my mother and directly asked her what the term biological meant. She responded kind of dumbfounded because of course that term is pretty broad when it comes to defining it. Then, I asked her what a biological father was. She explained that it was like my dad. I gave a confused look and just walked away.A few days later, I went to my mom and asked to see my birth certificate. Of course she allowed me to see it. I made sure it said my dad's name next to father and to my surprise it did. My mother was concerned why I asked to see it. Finally, I got the nerve to ask her why she said my dad wasn't my biological father. She denied saying that and I argued with her for a few minutes about the issue. Eventually, I walked off irritated and confused because she continued to deny it and I knew what I had heard. Like most all young stubborn girls, I was a little miss know it all.As weeks passed all I could think about was if my dad was my biological father or not. Months passed, and I once again asked my mother if my dad was my real father. Of course, she said yes. After many, many, years, I questioned my mother with the same question. This time she finally told me the truth and explained everything to me.Now that I am older and I look back on this event, I know that there are certain ages that children can emotionally and physically handle certain situations. During childhood years, children cannot know everything. Also, after my mom explained the situation to my I realized that everything happens for a reason and it always works out for the best.At the age of eighteen, I now know my dad is not my biological father but he definitely is my "real" father because he is the one who was there when I was born and always has been.
