1. My Childhood

There are many people out there that have never known who their real parents were, or one, or the other. My story deals with not knowing my father. Please read my story. It feels so much better when I can talk about it.

I was born in Dallas, Texas.  I was raised by my mother and several helping hands to include: my Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle, my Godparents, and a few others who were close. My father left shortly after I was born. I would say I was around two or so when I moved to Kansas. I had (still have) an older sister, who was three years older than me. We both lived with my mother. We moved to Kansas because my mom was single and looking for work, and since my Aunt lived there and didn't have to work, she could watch us during the day.

My mother then married a man whom was actually my Aunts husband’s brother. So it was two sister and two brothers that married each other. And this is where the secrets begin. See, when my mother got married (this would be her second), she had him adopt us so that we could take on his last name. Once this happened, and my sister and I's birth certificates changed to say her second husband was the father, she decided it would be best to put her past behind her.

What I mean is that my sister and I have different fathers, which we found out later on. My sister was from her first husband. And I came after they divorced, form a boyfriend she had for a few years (who left after I was born). This is not what we were told. The story I got for the first half of my life was that we both had the same dad.

They say the cover-up is what gets you caught. The more questions I asked, the more my mom's stories changed. And it became easier to dig for clues and information as the years passed.