Lifetime Movie Network, here I come

Briana Ibanez

I found out I was adopted by my dad when I was very little.

“He loves you enough to legally make you his daughter,” my mom said.

I remember going to court for an adoption hearing and telling the judge, “I love my daddy very much.”

When my mom, dad and I got home, there was a party. Some of my family were there and when I asked why we were having a party, I was told something along the lines of “it’s a celebration of family!”

For 18 years, I’ve only known one man to be my father, but at one point I became curious about my biological father.

My mom gave me their wedding album when I was young. I have looked at that album every once in a while, but I’m not really sure why.

For the past 18 years of my life, I have considered the man who adopted me my real dad. I wouldn’t have any other man take on that role, but there are still things that bother me about my biological father.

My mom told me he didn’t go to the adoption hearing but asked his lawyer to ask my mom for a picture of me. She refused.

I often wonder why he didn’t want to go to the hearing. Maybe he was busy, working or something along those lines.

I also wonder why he didn’t want me in his life and what I did wrong before I was born to make him leave before even knowing me.

Because of these unanswered questions, I started to believe no one would truly love me. If my own flesh and blood didn’t love me, who would? Who would try and take the time?

I assumed he would try to contact me once I turned 18, but I had no such luck.

I searched everywhere for him. I tried Facebook, Google and MySpace.

After a while, I gave up. Maybe he didn’t want me to find him or know exactly who he was and what he was doing.

This past week, that changed.

I received an e-mail titled “Hello.” I read it and immediately called my mom crying.

My biological father had finally contacted me after 18 years.

I never thought one e-mail could make me so emotional.

I was mad it took so long to hear from him, grateful he actually contacted me and sad that in a way, he replaced me with a new family, better than I could ever be.

I’ve always known my dad and mom want me, but for some reason, I felt so much better knowing that my biological father was open to communicating with me.

While walking to class on Friday, I realized my life is now like the many movies I watch on Lifetime, the movies where the main character’s real father finally contacts her.

And, like the characters in those movies, I still have a lot of questions. I’m glad he finally contacted me, and I look forward to keeping in contact with him. Over the past few days, I’ve been worried he will change his mind about talking to me. I just hope he won’t let me down.

I have been happy with my life thus far and with the people in it, but I think now I will feel more complete.

Hopefully Lifetime will hook me up with a movie deal.

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