While on my trip one of my father-uncles shared a little something to me. When I was in the fourth grade, I had a school project which involved laying out my family tree. Apparently when I submitted my project, it shocked my teacher. Under the block/circle or whatever that designated my dad, I wrote my father-uncle's name. When I was asked why I wrote my father-uncle's name, I answered that my biological father (who I haven't met yet at that time) never comes home...
***Sidenote: This particular father-uncle is a seaman... He goes abroad on a boat/carrier for 6 months at a time and comes home for 3 months and the cycle continues. My brilliant mother tells me that my dad (my biological father) also goes abroad but he has never returned to see me. The kicker was every birthday and Christmas, my mother would always give me a gift saying its from my dad.... what a total mind-fuck, right?***
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| My Mango Tree |
My teacher and my father-uncle are childhood friends. My teacher then reports to him what had happened. They were shocked... and so did I when I heard this again. I can't believe that I forgot this story. I remember while I was growing up, I used to tell my friends that my dad drowned on soup. At one point, I placed a picture of the actor, Dean Cain, into my wallet and claimed that he was my dad. It worked for a while until my best friend called me out on it.My drama piles on early in my life.
The tree on the right is apparently a mango seed that I planted when I was 9 years old. It has supposedly grown pretty well... but a got chopped down by my uncle's brother-in-law. Thankfully, it didn't die and it is reaching out with its tiny branches to live!!!
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