I was eight years old, it was around eight o'clock at night, and my mother sat me down at the dinner table with a concerned look in her eyes. Words were trying to exit her mouth, but nothing came out. She was trying to tell me something serious, and yet I couldn't figure out what it was that she was trying to relieve. She eventually found the courage to tell me that my dad who raised me all my life, who take care of me, who was at my rescue, who watched me walk my first steps in life, and who is still watching me walk my first steps in adulthood.....was not my father. Astonished and yet confused I inquired to her about her statement, and she reiterated that my father was a man by the name of Gary who lived in GA, and that he was a very talented Musician. She told me of his travels as his order of income, and she told me of my grandparents. She described to me how my father and she met. I told her thank you and she asked me if I wanted to contact him. I at first told her no, that I need to sort things out, and then I will contact him. I told my mother that when I am ready to contact him I will. I once tried sending him a letter and he never got it. So 7 years later I happened to look on the internet and I was searching for a family name--seeing that I study family histories. I became curious as to where my father's origin of his last name. I typed it in, and there was an irrelevant listing to what I was looking for, but something told me to click on it. I clicked on it and it was like God was pointing the way. I found nothing interesting or even relating to my studies, but I clicked once more on a link that described the webmaster and her husband. I read the article in which the webmaster had wrote on her website, and a stream of tears flew from my face. It was my father!!! The website described about how he was a musician and it described how he was an engineer, and the only thought that ran through my mind was thanking God for showing me the way. When I first met him, I thought he was one of the greatest people, I think just because he was my father. And you always think that Daddy can do no wrong, even though he is not my daddy. I thought that he would call me, just to say "I love you", or ask me a question. I thought he would come and see me, and it would be something that was long overdue. I kept on idolizing him, and then I stood God asking for truth in my life. More or less to say, he hasn't talked to me in the past 16 years, and he still doesn't want to talk to me. Now at this point if I told him this, he would say that is not true, and then he would may up some excuse about how financially deprived he is, and that he can't talk to me, because he doesn't have enough time. He would say that he has more important things to do. And it has been over a year, and still he has never called me. He has lied to me many times, and I can feel it, I can sense it. Not only do I sense but I know it too, he has lied to me about many things. My father has four children: My brother Jon, me, and two girls. He has never once called my brother once at the Air-Force base he is on and wished him a Happy Birthday, especially now when the nation is in turmoil as a result of the Sep. 11 attacks. He has totally forgotten about me, and still wouldn't want anything to do with me. And my sisters, he has yet to know them, more or less I am suprised he remembers their names. Even if he is falling in financial difficulty, a loving father would still call and say, how much he loves them.

My mother showed me pictures of him, and she also had a picture of an older brother of mine. His name is Jonathan, and he is most commonly referred to as Jon or Jonny Mac. He is 21, and seems to lead a successful life. He is such a great person to be around and talk to, even though he is on the run most of the time.

I also have two younger sisters, Peggy and Sheandra. I have not yet met them, but I hope this will be my next step is to met them, my little sisters. Sheandra celebrated her birthday this past July, and Peggy celebrates hers the 1st of September, and are great gals I am sure. I don't know them yet, but I surely hope I will be able to meet them soon.