I witnessed
several occasions when Bobby left to search for his father and came back
distraught. On one of these dad seeking journeys, he met a half-brother he
never knew he had.
“What was that
like?” I asked.
“The kid looked
just like I did at four-years old,” he said as he pet Blondie and kissed her
nose. “My dad disappeared from his life as well. The kid just sat there
looking at me. It was strange. I think he thought I was his dad.”
That just about
tore my heart out. I never met anyone in search of their father before. I couldn't even imagine the torture he must have felt.
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