I did always wonder about my biological father, not as much as my biological mother. I wondered if they loved each other or if I was a product of something else entirely. Any song that contained the beautiful sentiment of having your father's eyes would literally crush me. I was told a version of him...a fairy tale story that turned out to be completely untrue...in other words, I was lied to. It was to become one of the many factors that led to the fallout....the communication breakdown...I could no longer trust what was being told to me. Being lied to was almost as bad at the truths I had to uncover by myself. I've grown to understand what a true father is and isn't. I wrote about the subject of fathers in a previous post entitled "Wanted". As it turns out, I do have my biological father's eyes but I have my adoptive father's heart.