Who's Your Daddy?

It's late but I really want to share what I have just learned.

Tonight I have been FB messaging my 'cousin', Jane*, who is acting as our interpreter at present. (She is a lovely chiquita, who I have recently found out is a Christian too (whoop whoop!) At one point she had my B-Ma on the phone, me on the FB, whilst interpreting our convo back and forth from either party.

As previous attempts had proved confusing with broken english answers, I had to ask thee question whilst I had this opportunity:

Who is my birth father?!


Which led to a cascade of other questions:

Is he still alive?
How did you meet?
Do you have a photo of him?
What did he do for a living?
What did he look like?
Did he know about me?

Unfortunately for me the answers were not easily digestible. He passed away about seven or so years ago. Also, unfortunately, he was not a good man… stink. (for him, and for me)


As with all the crazy news I've had recently I have learned I do not react well. I go into what I am now referring to as, SamaShock. I laugh about it and make stupid jokes about it… Then all hands on deck! Kapow!

So for now, I will say, At least I already got one daddy. Who needs two, aye?! (Haha..?)


Ps. I'm guessing it will properly sink in next week… or maybe the week after.



*name changed to respect their privacy.