Kuya and his biological father’s first “meeting” took thirty-one years to happen. In their brief conversation, Kuya’s biological father “acknowledged” him, but seemed to end everything there. Kuya, however, had just begun. After some things were settled and others taken cared of, with the blessings and encouragement of the family, Kuya packed his bags and flew out to the United States of America, with one goal in mind: to meet his biological father face to face.
Some days after Kuya arrived in California, he got in his vehicle with a handheld GPS system in hand, and began the long drive to Georgia, where we had found his father to be residing prior to and since his stint in the Philippines. A few stops for food and gas later, Kuya found himself standing outside his biological father’s front door. He rang the bell and moments later, a woman came to the door. Kuya asked for his father by name, saying he was a friend and the woman replied that he was still not in and was probably just on his way home from work. She invited Kuya in, but Kuya declined politely, saying he would just be back the following morning.
To be continued.
Some days after Kuya arrived in California, he got in his vehicle with a handheld GPS system in hand, and began the long drive to Georgia, where we had found his father to be residing prior to and since his stint in the Philippines. A few stops for food and gas later, Kuya found himself standing outside his biological father’s front door. He rang the bell and moments later, a woman came to the door. Kuya asked for his father by name, saying he was a friend and the woman replied that he was still not in and was probably just on his way home from work. She invited Kuya in, but Kuya declined politely, saying he would just be back the following morning.
To be continued.
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