My real father was incarcerated from 1951-1964. I found him with the help of the FBI in 1983. I wanted to tell him that I was alive. I never knew about him until my mom and I sat down to a heart to heart and a bottle of Black Velvet for about 4 hours when I was 17.
Once I found him we talked a few times on the phone. He was excited that I had found him and wanted to know about my life. After a few phone conversations, I severed ties.
I was raised as an only child. I didn't know that I had 9 other brothers and sisters in California where I found him.
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