My name is Rolf Gann. Well at least that's what my people call me. Who are my people I bet you wonder. Well you might call them your mom and dad, you know, the people that gave you life. Well my people didn't give me life. I guess you can say I'm adopted like everyone thinks I am. But no, I wasn't forsaken by a single mother who could not afford to take care of me nor was I an unwanted love child conceived on a steamy night on the 14th of February. My story of origin is far more deeper than I myself could ever imagine. Lived my whole life in Oregon, Portland. Only few months away from my 18 birthday. I was finally becoming a man. Oh the irony when I discovered that I wasn't going to turn into a man and that I will never become a man, because I was not the son of man. Who am I really? Better question is what are my. Why don't we find out.
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The life of Wolfgang
Lupi mannariThe story of a teen who discovers his very existence is something out of this world when his biological brother comes to pick him up from his adopted parents to bring him to their father and show him who/what he really is, but the journey home is no...
