At 22, I received a letter from a lawyer who represented my biological father. He said I was set to inherit $80,000. My mother was uncomfortable and begged me not to go, but I did. I met my father for the first time that day. He was nervous, his hands trembling slightly as we signed the necessary papers. Over time, those meetings turned into dinners, and dinners turned into long talks. For two years, we built a bond I’d never expected to have.
