This
really isn't as long as it seems!
So just yesterday I started
talking to my brother, Charlie. Him and I have the same father but
not the same mother. He has been asking my father for information
about me but he would not give any sort of information to him at
all because my father doesn't really know anything about me
either except for my last name which is the same as his. My father
also would never know who I was even if I was standing directly in
front of his face, but that's a different story.
Now knowing that my brother
has been looking for me and has kept my baby picture for all these
years, shows me that he has never really went a day without
thinking of where I was or what I might even look like after the
last time he saw me, which was when I was a baby. He has asked my
father questions, and he has no idea what the answer is. His mother
has asked him what my name was, what my mother's name is, and
even where I lived so that she could get a hold of me so that my
brother could talk to again. But now just getting to know my
brother and even maybe getting to see him sooner then I can even
imagine is the greatest feeling I could possibly have.
I honestly feel like I was
adopted and my birth parents have been trying to find me for over
the past 2 years of my life.