A Daughter Comes Home - Part 1

On December 13, 1971, a young couple gave birth to their first born child. She quickly became the joy of their life. However, they would not remain a happy family for long. By 1973, the child’s mother soon found comfort in another man’s arms. The mother was having an affair with the father’s best friend. The child’s father decided to confront the two about their relationship. A fight broke out and the police soon came. By the time the police arrived, the child had left with her mother and her mother’s new boyfriend. The child would not see her father again for 36 years. Turned out that this child and I have a lot in common, you see, that little girl’s father went on to meet a young mother of two. He began to raise those children as his own, the oldest of which was a young girl born the same year as his own daughter. The girl’s father and the mother of two married in 1977 and I was born shortly thereafter. As a child, I often heard of my older sister and the events that had left my father forever scarred. My father never spoke badly of his daughter’s mother, although his eyes could not hide his hurtful feelings. Last year, I began my search for my older sister. The search was not easy, for all I knew was her name, birthday, birthplace, the name of a couple of uncle’s and her mother’s name. I began by searching Google, which turned up nothing. I searched voter’s registrations and campaign contributions in Ft. Worth, TX, and the surrounding areas. This was her last known residence. Everything I tried left me empty handed. I held a membership to ancestry.com, so I decided to search on that site. First, I searched her mother’s name. Nothing turned up. I then began searching her uncle’s names. Two of them turned up nothing and then the third turned up a birth record of a son. This son would be my sister’s cousin. I took this name and searched Google. I found a classmates.com entry which stated that he was in the military. I then searched his name on myspace.com and found that he was in Iraq, but live in Hawaii. I moved down the page to his friends list to view the sites of his top friends. More often than not, the first friend on their list is a relative, spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend. The first friend on his list, a female, ended up being his wife. I contacted her and told her what I was searching for and hoped I had the right person. I left my email and phone number in case they wanted to contact me. That night, my phone rang and it was my sister’s uncle. I was very excited until I found out that he had not talked to his sister or niece in more than 10 years. However, the conversation was not a total waste. He told me that not long after the day my father last seen his daughter, her mother and mother’s boyfriend moved to Mobile, AL, and raised my sister there. They lived there last time he spoke to them. My search in Ft. Worth, TX, had come to an end and my search in Mobile, AL, was about to begin. To Be Continued………..