i have been adopted at birth and it was kept in the family so i no who my real mom is but i never knew who my real dad was until just recently, i knew his name and i knew that he had been to prison for what i don't know but now i do.. i did it in a discreet way and the funny thing is it didn't cost me a dime to find him the scary thing was what was in his criminal record... i know that people do the dumbest things but im so glad i have my mums morals and the family i have. i went thru a probation officer that knew him and has worked with him in the past.. and when i found the most recent picture of him (parole photo) he has lived a rough and hard life, all i really wanted to know was what he looked like, if i had any brothers or sisters and if there was something that was genetically/medically wrong that would affect my life well i found out most of those answers by his prob officer, i look like him in the face and eyes and i have his god awful nose, and im about his height. The prob officer asked if he knew i exsisted i said probably not and i want to keep it that way. The other scary thing is i have been living in the same town as him for almost 3 yrs and didn't even know it. With his record i don't even want him to know who iam or where i live etc... i am one of the ones who can put this behind her now and im thankful for my mum and step dad who raised me i wouldn't be who i am today if it weren't for them. So in the end all i can say is trust your instinct and follow your heart if you have been looking for so long just make sure you really want to meet that person because it may not be what you dreamed about all along and be thankful for the family who did adopt you.
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