I recently watched this show on MTV where there were three people looking for their real dads. One of them found his real dad, and got to meet up with his uncle who took him over there. They sat down and talked for the rest of the day, and then when he left they exchanged numbers. At the end of the show it said they only talked one more time afterwards, though. One of the girls was told that it would be almost impossible to find her dad because of his common last name on the birth certificate. She said she would never give up. The other girl found out that her dad had passed away when she was 11. To me, only one of these stories would be relatively happy, though all of them would be incredibly difficult. I have been so lucky to have never had to deal with anything like this. I grew up with both my parents married, and everyone in my family had it just as easy as I did. Finding him and the finding out he was dead would be really difficult. You would be upset, but it would mean that at least you found him and the constant searching was over. It would be a hard mourning situation because he had passed away so many years ago. And, for the other girl, never being able to find my dad would be the hardest. You would never know what had happened to him, or anything about your past. I feel so bad for these people, and it makes me feel more appreciative that I have the life that I do, because things could be so much worse than they are.
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