I called my father on the phone once when I was seven. We talked for four minutes and I told him that I had always wanted a father and a sister. He told me I had a half sister. I asked him if we could meet but he told me that the weather was too bad in his city and that we should do it some other weekend.

He changed his last name and phone number and I haven’t met him yet.

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You're better off. Belive me.