I began asking myself the question, "Why am I here?" in my early teens. A great time to ask questions, not so much for answers.
My father became very sick before I was born, so I never knew him until I was in my 20's and he was living in a "Foster home", but we was still my father. My son was taught by his mother that I was/am evil. As a result he would say I am not his father. My other daughters call him their brother. How I got here WAS my story, where we are going IS my story now......