My father’s twin.

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.