Finding John Jones: ...The Journey To My Biological Father

...Then, like a bolt of lightning I knew what she meant. I too, looked out the window
trying to imagine how I was going to react when she finally told me about my real father.
A man across the road was picking up sticks, and I would like to have gone and helped him
at that moment. While we sat in silence, for what seemed like forever, I continued to watch
the man across the road. I thought about my loser father, who probably lived somewhere
in Illinois, had contacted her and
wanted to meet me. I braced
myself for what I was about to
hear, but the words didn't come.
I wanted to scream, "I already
know! Grandma Ruby told me
when I was six!" I just didn't
know any details. So, I guessed
that was what I was about to
hear. The blood ran hot through
my veins as I thought, that old
waste of space can forget about ever
seeing me! I had not been bitter
about it at all until that moment,
I swear, but all of a sudden, there
on that gorgeous spring day, at
my beautiful Manns Chapel, he
decides to invade my life! He
didn't deserve to know me. He
didn't deserve to see his grandsons.
We have a dad and a grandpa,
and we didn't need him.