Try and find daddy. He might have some money. Lean in with the whole “I don’t want anything I just want to know you.” And follow through with a “oh my kids really wanted atvs, we can only afford one, you know you could come with us”
I know the name, my mother said she was in love with him, but stayed with "dad" I don't care. I'm very happy with my place in life. Call me a bastard? I'll chuckle and agree.
This song's for you. Enjoy it. I have -
I did enjoy that, thanks. It brought back a childhood memory, I was poking the bear and my mother called me a son of a bitch, I agreed. It got silent for a moment then we all laughed, good times.
Here’s my ballad https://youtu.be/_38SWIIKITE
I vote for meeting him. Maybe he's really good at something like playing guitar and you have some innate skills you never knew about.
If it doesn't click then cool, just an annual Christmas card.
If it does click, you have a new older brother to jam with. One who shares 50% of your genes by the way.
I will ponder this.
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