For reasons that are too complex to explain, my biological father chose not to be in my life when I was less than a year old. He burdened my mother, who was 21 when she had me, with all the responsibilities of being a parent, on top of working full-time and going to school. Then when I was four years old my mom met an amazing man, who has been my dad since.
But growing up people always ask questions, like, "What happened to your real dad?" or they would tell me, "He's not your dad he's your step-dad". Now let me tell you, from someone who only has a step-parent, it hurts to hear that they aren't your real parent. It is almost like telling someone who is adopted that their parents aren't their parents.
I began wondering at a young age why I wasn't good enough for my biological dad to want me, why I wasn't good enough for him to stay around. But more recently I began to realize that I don't need a person like that in my life.
My dad is special because he chose me. He chose to love me and sacrifice everything for me in life. He chose to embrace me and treat me like family. He went to all my dance recitals and took pictures. He went to all my school shows. He dealt with my rude self as a teenager. He treated me like his own.
A dad isn't the person who's sperm made you. A dad isn't a person who leaves your mom to do everything herself. A dad is a person who cares for you when you're sick. A person who buys you birthday presents. A person who takes you to the movies and to play mini golf after.
My dad is a person who loves me even though some say I'm not his. My dad is a person who taught me how to drive. My dad is the person who was there for me when I came home crying. My dad is the person who took my prom pictures.
My dad is a person who was there when my biological dad wasn't.
And I'm so happy he's mine.