"You have an amazing voice! I'm proud to call you my daughter!" Dad said. I don't think he's even called me by my name.
"Hey dad?"
"Yeah sweetie?"
"Why don't you call me Elana?"
"Well," he sighed, "the truth is, a few years ago my brother had a daughter and named her after my grandmother, but his girlfriend at the time put her up for adoption. He left her and never saw his daughter, I guess I'm just scared you're her. I don't want him to take you from me." I saw tears in his eyes.
"You caused that. You caused him to cry."
"Can... Can we get a test? I've never met my real dad." I said without thinking. Shit. A tear rolled down his eye. But he smiled.
"Sure, if that's what you want. Let's go get Mikey." He smiled but there was hurt in his eyes.
