Dear Adoption, Dear Dad
This year I found some groups on Facebook for adoptees. The people in them talk about their (birth) mom’s a lot. Nobody talks that much about their (birth) dad’s in the groups I’m in.
I don’t know why not that many people talk about you in the groups or in my life, Dad. I think about you a lot.
I grew up with a single, adoptive mom so that is probably why I think about you (dad) so much. I never had someone that was like a dad.
I don’t know who/where you are, dad.
Do you know that you have a son, dad?
It is weird to miss something that you didn’t actually have. It makes you feel crazy.
I wish I didn’t have to be adopted away from my family but I don’t really know that my life would be better or worse with or without adoption. I just know that if I wasn’t adopted I could at least know all of the stuff I don’t know.
I wish you could have stayed my dad, Dad. I have a lot of things I want to know about you and about dads.
I miss you, Dad, and I miss all of the things I don’t know about having a dad.
“Dad” Word Count: 12 (probably the most I ever used that word because I don’t have a reason to use it in my regular life)