I am what I am,I am truly my father’s
twin.
I didn’t speak often of him for many years
I called him Wayne,because it was far
less painful to just say his first name. I
tried to distance myself from the only
person who ever loved me or cared. I ran
and I ran,until I couldn’t run anymore.
After what happened to me at sixteen,I
knew I had to face it,I was tired of
wondering and I had a deep desire to
finally know this man. The man who
wanted a daughter,a child to call his own.
He even had my name picked out since
he was a little boy,he named me after his
beloved grandma.My father died when I
was less than ten months old,and he had
just turned twenty-seven years old. I have
no memories of him,it almost makes me
feel cold. I cannot describe it,unless
you’ve felt it on your own.It’s funny
because when you lose a parent you
often wonder about the life you could’ve
had with them.I wonder what it would be
like to see his eyes,the same exact eyes
as mine.Just think I could finally see the
person who has the same mannerisms as
me,I could finally feel complete. Those are just
dreams though and all I have left is a
stack of photos and two videos. I can say
though I am what I am,I am my father’s
twin. I’m proud of it,because I know he
was a kind,loving,fun and generous man.