Healing Through Forgiveness
I was 13 years old when my parents sat my brother and me down to explain to us something they had kept quiet for some time. My parents thought he and I were at the right age to where we would understand. I could tell they both were nervous because they didn't know how we would react. After my mother got finished explaining to us that the father I always knew was not my biological father. I sat there on the couch that night just puzzled and wondered why they waited this long to tell us. I began to remember that my last name had been changed legally in first grade to the last name I use today. The man I call my father had adopted my older sister and I when we were little. He adopted us because my biological father gave his rights up to my mother. My sister was home that night and I had asked her about it. She explained to me that she was five years old when my biological father left us. I was still confused and I didn't know how to feel about it all. This was a lot to take in all