You can call it anything you want to. Some people call it a reunion. Others call it a meet up. We call it chance.
My Kuya was born to an American father, whom he grew up not knowing, and a Filipina mother. He found a father in my father, whom he calls "Dad," too, and that's how we became brother and sister. Dad has always told him though that as much as he loved Kuya and Kuya loved him, there will be that one day when something will move Kuya to want to meet his biological father. Dad has always reassured Kuya that even when that time came, he would still be Dad. And Dad was right. That time came quite recently.
We didn't know how we were gonna go about looking for Kuya's father. We didn't know much about him, but we took whatever we had and did our research the best way we siblings knew - online. We were sure of one thing and one thing only- Kuya's father's name. We typed it into a search engine and in less than a second that felt much like eternity, we got a hit.
To be continued.
My Kuya was born to an American father, whom he grew up not knowing, and a Filipina mother. He found a father in my father, whom he calls "Dad," too, and that's how we became brother and sister. Dad has always told him though that as much as he loved Kuya and Kuya loved him, there will be that one day when something will move Kuya to want to meet his biological father. Dad has always reassured Kuya that even when that time came, he would still be Dad. And Dad was right. That time came quite recently.
We didn't know how we were gonna go about looking for Kuya's father. We didn't know much about him, but we took whatever we had and did our research the best way we siblings knew - online. We were sure of one thing and one thing only- Kuya's father's name. We typed it into a search engine and in less than a second that felt much like eternity, we got a hit.
To be continued.
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