I was shocked to find out from my uncle that my father was looking for work despite his poor health. The man was skin and bones, yet had a wife and two kids who could work, but he had to get a job. From what I understood, he rented. So, it wasn’t like he had a big mortgage. Three other grown people were capable of making rent, and he needed to find a job while one foot was in the grave. It was mind-boggling, but OK. I guess that’s part of God’s plan for his life. Again, you reap what you sow. Sow well.

When I got wind of this, I told my long-lost sister to pretend she was an employer calling about an application he had put in and set up a fake interview. Despite him not even applying for this job, he bought it.

She drove up to Boston from NYC. They met at a local restaurant. He was under the assumption that he was interviewing to be a cook. She and her husband sat down with him and broke the news that it was, in fact, no job. He was confused. He asked them why he was there. That is when he found out sitting in front of him was not a prospective employer, but the daughter he had abandoned 40 years prior.

She explained to me that he was in shock. He had a lot of questions, but she had more. The way she described it was that he was stunned that she found him. She didn’t tell him that she took a DNA test and found me, which led to her finding him. She left it a mystery and didn’t answer his questions. I don’t blame her. She went 40 years without answers, it was her turn to let him wonder. She bombarded him with questions.

She didn’t like the answers to many of her questions, and to be honest, I was appalled at his answers. He told her that he told her mom to get an abortion. The mom did not want to get one; therefore, that was the mom’s problem, “The problem” being my new sister.

She told me she was hurt by that, and I would be too. It showed me how much of a selfish monster he was, and my heart really did break for her. It almost felt like he was angry that his past came back to haunt him, and he was trying to inflict more pain on her. Does this man not know about God and having to answer for his sins? He was so close to death you’d think he’d repent, but no. Not him.

He was very vague about his answers and didn’t want her to know anything about his life. Little did he know, I already told her everything she needed to know. After their meeting, she asked him if she could have a picture with him. He was reluctant but agreed. She sent me that picture, and it is true what they say about a picture being worth a thousand words. He looked defeated, empty, and guilty. She looked content with finally finding this guy but also empty. Imagine wanting to find the guy who helped make you for 40 years and finding out he isn’t worth the gas it took to get to Boston? She told me that he needed a ride home, so they took him home but dropped him off a few houses away so his wife and kids wouldn’t ask questions.

That tells me that his kids know nothing about this new sister, and he planned on keeping it that way. The whole situation angered me. Although it wasn’t my fight, I just couldn’t believe his lack of remorse or empathy for his daughter.

He was callous towards her, like he was mad at her! Then she gives him a ride home? He should have called one of his kids to get him. The fact he accepted it just leaves me even more flabbergasted.

The deed was done, and it was time to tell her my plans. I know it was another blow to her when I had to break the news that I didn’t want to meet her. Like I stated previously, I couldn’t let her in my life after all she said to me.

She also made it seem like she couldn’t trust me. If you can’t trust me, then you shouldn’t be around me. Especially since I helped you connect with your biological father. She had total disregard for me and it almost seemed like she said things to deliberately trigger me. It was too familiar to me and confirmed that generational curses are real. It saddens me that she showed up when I needed her the most, but it turned out she wasn’t who I needed.

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