It all started when my mom hooked in with the wrong guy .she brought me into mygrandmothers arms soon after my birth lets just say humm wen l was about 1 month old😩 . My grandmother raised me till now am 16 ,she provided me with everything with the support of her other children who are abroad . Wen l was 13 years old l was now eager to know the truth about my dad . I then asked my mom she didnt say anything though l was hurt inside 😔
Hearing other kids calling out to their fathers made me cry and wonder why me 😔later on asked my grandmother the name of my dad and she told me that his name was tendai kwenda . Since that day my life changed knowing his name made me feel better though l really wanted to meet him and hug him ,i wanted to whisper into his ears and to share my problems with him changed i now talk to him everynight because thats when he shows up shining up there . It seems so impossible tho its tru as eveything l see reminds me of him despite the fact that we have never met 😔
I love u daddy hope to meet you someday😔
