This picture reflects the next chapter in my story in many ways. It is the story I have worked so hard to discover only to be met at this point with more hidden secrets not released to those who just ask for simple closer.
The face on the left looks back at me with resemblance that can not be denied. She is my birthmother and all I ask is she tell the truth of who my birth father is. Too much for her to tell? In her opinion it is. She holds this secret deep within her and will not speak of it with anyone. Her son has asked her because he knows how important it is for me to know. His love for me is true and he wants nothing more than to be able to get his mother to tell us my birth father’s identity but she will not. And so it goes..more searching, more wondering, more frustration.
The gentleman on the far left looking so protective and caring is George. There is a possibility he may be my birth father. Since my birth mother will not reveal the truth I have gone through more dna tests, now with George’s daughter Nita, in an attempt to discover the other half of my birth family. The results of the dna came to us this past spring and it appeared there was no connection between me and lovely Nita, except for the fact that while reviewing the dna results earlier this week, Nita found an error. It seems there was a mix up with identity numbers on the comparison charts. So what now? So many questions. Because Nita and I must know the truth we will continue to ask science for help. Nita took the results to another lab and they have said for sure there was some type of error in the reporting of the results. Whether or not the dna is a match is not something that we will know for sure until we try another test. We have found a new lab, Nita found a comb that belonged to George and we will try this again.
I ask myself is this what we should do. And the only answer I get is yes. It is obvious to all of us that George and my birth mother were close. It is also known that my birth mother is not going to tell any of us the truth. Nita and I deserve to know if we are sisters. This secret does not just affect us, but our children and our families.
And so we wait. Wait for new tests to be done, reflect on the great visit Nita and I had this summer and wonder..when we finally met were we more than friends and just didn’t know ?