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Hello friends, I may always be repetitive on the subject of not keeping up with initiatives, but hey, we all live through the nightmare of power outages, but here I am, always excited about the topics you bring up, as is the case with our beloved iriswrite.
In this case, it's about details that redefine our lives. In my case, on multiple occasions, it's only when the topics come up here that I realize that what happened changed me and left a mark on me, as is the case with this post.
My mother was a woman who studied after having three children in order to get a better job and, therefore, give us a better quality of life, but she always told me... You can see that you are your father's daughter. I didn't understand because I saw my dad as a serious, calm man, and I was hyperactive and cheerful, but he was my dad, jjj,
until one day I began to see why my siblings had a different last name than mine, and she said they were from another father, jjjj, and it turns out that I was the one from another father.
But my mom's explanation was clear and precise, easy for me to understand, but even so, I struggled for a long time to get to know my dad. But in that struggle, all I could say when I talked about my dad was, “My dad is very good,” meaning the one who raised me, not the other one.
Everyone scolded me because they understood that I was hurting my foster dad who took me in when I was two months old, but they didn't understand that in my innocence I was giving the explanation so that they would know that I had two dads.
I grew up and kept searching until I found my dad, and that's when my life was redefined. Many will believe that it was for the better, but no, meeting my real dad and his family was the worst thing that could have happened to me.
Along with his appearance came disappointment, sadness, and grief because my insistence brought to light how cruel my dad was and how my mom was hiding it from me.
However, I couldn't abandon him, regardless of his mistreatment and that of the family, because it turns out that my father is white and I am the only black person in the family. They are all blond with blue eyes, and you can see what I look like.
It redefined my life because since then I believe that we all need to know our past, and even though many people don't want us in their lives, it's vital to know the truth. From then on, I saw that the truth is naked, without costumes, and that it's necessary to tell it and know it, even though many people don't like how I tell it and how I am.
I began to love those around me more every day, and my real father, the one who worked hard to give me an education and a career, the one I apologized to and whom I am very proud of today because he never made a difference between my siblings and me.
My dad always made it clear to my mom that he didn't want children, but she did. She didn't respect his wishes, and I learned that too: to respect the wishes of others.
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