I’ve shared that I don’t know my father’s name and I’ve never met him or even seen a picture of him. I only have the bits and pieces of information that my mother chose to tell me. In a moment of desperation, I ordered an Ancestry DNA test in the hopes that maybe my father or a half-sibling had also submitted a test. Of course, I wasn’t that lucky.
I’ve been building one half of my family on Ancestry over a few years and tonight I showed my mom what I’ve compiled so far. Needless to say, it only made me more anxious to know more about my paternal side.