Well I was excited to hear from my older sister, she called me out of the blue. I had never had a close relationship with my siblings due to the abuse and neglect my mother had bestowed on us as children. I am now forty-four years old so the wounds are healing. My sister first asks how I am doing and then tells me that she feels that I need to know who my real father is! What did I just hear her say? She explains that a man whose name is Bill came looking for me at my grandparents home. He was Indian and drove a green pick-up truck with a camper shell on the back. My grandmother yelled at him to go away. My sister Debbie was four years old at the time and watched this conversation happen. My sister said that I have rights as a Native American descendant and I should pursue them and my father. I saw before my eyes pieces of a puzzle coming together.
All the abuse, the distance between my father and I, my sisters who looked somewhat different from me. I am 5'10″ they are 5'4,″ what do I do now. I cried and sobbed for days trying to figure out what to do next. I asked my mother, yes I did! She looked like someone had caught her stealing a cookie! She first denied it, then a few minutes later she said, “Oh! I remember Bill. I knew him but you were already born.” I gave her my sister’s phone number and told her to call her immediately, she assured me she would. (She never did.)I contacted my (dad) he seemed casual about it and assured me that Debbie was lying, he said he would confront her immediately. Debbie lives with my dad! He never did!
Since this occurred my already broken ties with my family have all but been severed. I have no father and no mother, no sisters etc. I always knew something was amiss but I never came up with this. I do have a family that I created with my beautiful children and a wonderful husband I wish that who ever Bill is that he is happy and his life has been blessed with family. I remember a schoolmate’s mother once called me little Indian girl, I laughed at her and she hugged me, maybe there were always signs. If anyone knows Bill, he lives in Oklahoma. I’m sure he is in his sixties.
