Lindsay Lohan is hardly a good role model for people. Although it could be argued that she's a great role model considering she went to rehab and tried to get help. Whether or not she's a role model has nothing to do with today's blog though.
As I was writing a paper for my music class, Lindsay's song, "Confessions of a Broken Heart (Daughter to Father)" came on. Not even a minute into the song tears started falling from my eyes. The more I listened the more I cried.
About 4 months ago I found my brother. Now I always knew I had a brother, but the last time we saw each other I was 1, he was 5, and my mom was pregnant with our younger sister. My brother and I have the same father but different mothers. When my mom left the Bahamas, little did she know that was the last time my father would see us. My mom always offered to find him for my sister and I but we said no. I guess that was because my sister and I felt that he shouldn't have lost contact with us. My grandparents have had the same number since before we were born and he had their number. We felt there was no reason for him not to find us.
Lately, I've cried a lot over the fact that I'm finally going to meet my dad. I guess hearing, "Daughter to father, daughter to father I don’t know you, but I still want to Daughter to father, daughter to father Tell me the truth, did u ever love me Cause these are, these are The confessions of a broken heart Of a broken heart," just made me really emotional. It's so strange because I never realized how emotionally attached I am to my dad. And now that I know I'm going to meet him sometime soon, it scares me, it's a weird feeling to try and explain but scary nonetheless. I guess things will work out for the best. I'm sure hoping they do.
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