I Met My Father For the First Time
Monday, April 11, 2016
I have waited my entire life to hear his voice, to see his face, and to feel his hug. I have often wondered whether or not he ever thought about what I have been doing with my life. I grew up thinking he may never know how successful I have become in my 25 years of life.
I never knew. Until yesterday. The day I met my dad for the first time.
It was almost an awkward encounter at first. He hugged me as if it was my last day on earth. Or my first. It seemed like a solid 10 minutes, and all I could think about was “Wow, maybe he actually cares about me.” The tears in his eyes told me that perhaps my childhood was filled with lies and deceit. We sat down and talked for hours about what happened. He proved the fact that he was always searching for custody with court documents and pictures that a private investigator took.
My father loved me, and I never knew it.