Carole Smith

~ I always thought of you. Imagined you. Would go back to you again and again in my mind... …in my heart. But you never knew I was here. You could not hope for me. You could not dream of me. You never knew the little girl who was thinking of you... Not even as you took your last breath. ~ Carole In October of 2005 I found my biological father from another Internet search. But this time, unlike my search for my biological mother, I purposefully set out to find and make personal contact with him. From another’s perspective it would appear I was fearless in my pursuit. Whatever tentativeness of further rejection I treaded upon in my previous search for my mother had vanished. But in reality, I think I was acting on a righteous indignation…how dare the man who had created me not even know I exist? *** My biological mother was not overly eager to be forthcoming about my father. But I don’t think this was because she was being secretive, rather