I never even had a glimmer of suspicion. I never once noticed that I didn't really look much like my siblings. And I never thought my dad could actually not be my real dad. But then the flashbacks came. A man hitting me because I called some other guy 'daddy'. That same man chasing me around the house. Me, hiding underneath the bed. Me, sitting on top of that strange man's shoulders.
I thought the flashbacks were just something unreal. A false reality that my mind had made up. I mean, there was no way I could have another dad. No way. My dad was my dad. No one else could ever be my dad. But then I found that photo. The photo of that strange man in my flashbacks, and I sitting on a porch, eating ice cream. I have such a huge smile on my little face. Why am I smiling? Who is this stranger? And why am I with him? Is he... is he my dad?
