September 8, 2011, is when I met him. My Father, the man I gave not one sleepless night thinking about. I didn't know it yet but it was him, and I knew it, he had to be. But, of course my imagination got the better of me when I was at P*th M*rt getting the groceries.
"Vonni, wake up grab the bags!" My Mother screamed from next to me. Upon second glance, that man could never have been my father, I'm not Asian. How I dreamed of meeting him, him holding me and having a striking resemblance to my Brother Peter, and being told that he had been looking everywhere for Peter and I, for we were the missing warrior princess and prince from another planet, like Hell that was going to happen.
As my Mother and I arrived home, we observed Peter poking what seems to be a sleeping homeless guy sleeping on our porch.
"Peter! Get away from him he may be dirty!" said mother as I said " Check him for money Peter!" my mother gives me a look that says shut up and get the groceries.
Under closer examination, my mother rushes the stumbling smelly man into our home, making me wonder for her sanity. As Peter and I snicker as to who Mom was bringing in the door, we notice Aunt Brii sitting on the Kitchen counter, surprised stiff by the sight. That makes us stop in our tracks and watch the charade going on.
"What the #&% are you doing to me? Get off!" screamed the homeless man.
" Shut up and stay still, Gairry!" yelled mother.
"Mom, who's the weirdo?" I asked
"Your father." she answered.
I walked out of the room, Peter in hand.