I was 9yrs old when my dad told me that I'm adopted. He told me the story that almost all adopted kids know. He told me I was just left outside of his house in a basket. LOL.
Truth be told, I was offered to my dad by my mom's landlady. She told my dad my mom could not raise me. My dad accepted the offer and he 'bought' me, with the help of my rich ninong. They actually paid for me. Can you believe that? I did.
When I reached my teenage years, I was able to accept the fact that yes, I am adopted, I have no mom, I only have a dad. And he's gay. Yes you read that right. He is. But I'm not ashamed of it. When I was young, people would also ask me, "Is your dad gay?", I would just shrug coz I really can't confirm it on my end. Growing up with a gay dad is no different than growing up with mom. He is not a cross dresser. He is, I must say, a professional gay. And I love him that way. People love him that way.
He raised me up like his own. He molded me and made strong. He gave me everything I need. No, I was not spoiled coz I'm not the type of kid that would let my dad buy anything I want. I don't throw tantrums. I'm shy when I want something. And my dad would be the one to offer me the things I need/want to buy. I would just say 'yes'. I did my own homework, finished my own projects. I was also active at school. It has been that way till college. There is a purpose why my dad will just let me be. It is to make me this strong when the time comes that I will be standing on my own. I'm proud of how my dad raised me. I'm proud of the lifestyle he has given me. Time will come that I will pass this story on to my little ones, the age they would understand life.
I thank God for giving me a wonderful father like him. I really could not ask for more. Having him in my life is more than enough.
