I read Dani Shapiro’s newest book, Inheritance, today in the span of a few hours. It’s been a while since I’ve devoured a book like that and it was utterly fascinating. The premise of the book centers on her finding out via an Ancestry DNA test that the person she thought was her biological father actually wasn’t. It was heartbreaking and cautiously hopeful. It certainly left me thinking about my own family tree.
I keep hoping that one day I’ll find out who my father is. I know time is against me if I ever hope to meet him. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Dani wrote about her feelings of otherness and how she could sense something was missing and how she kept searching for it. In a way, I’ve also been wandering a long time. Finding Temple certainly helped in that journey but finding the other half of my family tree has played a large role in my wanderings.