My father is not my biological father

If you find out that your father is not your biological father. Then your world will collapse for a moment. Especially if you found out about this at a very young age. This is because I asked my parents when I was 6 years young, why they were white and I had a tan. My father didn't say very much at that time, my mother was very clear in that. He told me right away that it's not my father either. At first I didn't understand much of this, only this was said very clearly by my mother and I could actually do it with this.

I remember that moment well. I had never actually seen my father as quiet as I was at the time. My reaction was not very nice. Because the only thing I understood at that moment was that I didn't have to listen to my daddy because he wasn't my father. I also looked at my father and I saw a tear running over my father's face. Even the sun that shimmering through the curtain at that moment I still see before me when I think of that moment.

At that time it was really mouse-lift. In fact, I think that I hurt my father the most because I said this. Because to him, I was his daughter. He has given me his surname, seen him be born and, like every father, gave me his love. Like any father would do to his child. The rest of the night it was quiet, all you heard was television, and my dad put me to bed like every night.

Before we started our prayer, he wanted to talk to me about what happened this evening. Because this was the most important thing he ever had to say to me. Only I wouldn't understand until I was an adult. For me this one was really abracadabra, but I did realize that I had to listen carefully what he had to say to me. He told me he knew there would come a moment when this was going to happen. Not that I would be told this way, but that he wasn't my biological father. Only this doesn't change his feelings to me because he always considers me his real daughter. This does not change because we are not blood relatives, because you can choose your family like friends.

My father also told me that I should never blame myself for hurting him so much. I couldn't do anything about this because I was actually too young to understand this. All he hoped was that I would think of him as my father. Just like I'm his daughter and would do anything to love me. After this evening, I never really talked to my father about what happened that night. The words he gave me that night, I still haven't forgotten.