The secret of the family reveals the hidden past of the father

My half -brother continues to find out if our donor wanted to meet, but he refused. Understood. Our sedative group has grown from three to 10, and there may be more of us there. By this point, our biological father was in his eighties, with children and its potential grandchildren. I didn’t imagine that he wanted the risk of identifying an additional offspring. What if we want support – emotional or financial?

I did not want anything from it other than an answer to one question: Why did you do that? I wondered whether that was helping couples to have children, feel upset, and earn some additional money – I think the donors for sperm have paid for their contributions – or anything else.

But I can live with no knowledge of the answer because it was only thanks to the donor that I was living at all.

He was a man responsible for the beginning of my life, and the other for everything came yet. As I got older, I came to see that my father did not really looked at him to make him happy, the way my mother did. He wanted to take care of me, not the other way around. That is why we were sometimes at odds – we both felt more comfortable than providing support from receiving it.

My mother and I used to joking about the “Father Knowledge Book” because he seemed to know everything about anything. But I really trusted his advice on any doctor or expert. When I went to labor with my son and I was terrified, my father drove four hours without stopping to carry my hand.

In his hands, I felt safe.

My mother was in chats about family, friends and daily life, but my father was always the first person to call him whenever something really went-or-fault.

Where was it when you needed it? Always phone call away.