Ah. Young again. The days are long and you have no worries. You get to eat Mac and cheese for lunch all the time and you get dessert even if you don't finish dinner.
This was my childhood until I was seven. Then my life changed forever. I found out some things about my parents that I would have rather known before. I was at my grandparents house and I saw a picture of my mom and this guy I'd never seen before. I asked who he was and my grandma told me that he was my father.
At this point I was only seven and I didn't understand why my dad wasn't the same man as my father. I asked my mom and she just cried and then she called my grandma when we got home and started yelling at her. I didn't understand what was going on and for the first but definitely not the last time, I felt completely alone. No one would tell me what was happening or why my mom was so upset. If anything could've been changed about my childhood, I'd have liked to have my father a part of it. I'm still mad at my mom for hiding it from me. She did say something to me that I will always remember. "He may not be your father, but he will always be your dad."