My Father

Twelve years ago, I found out that the person who I thought was my father, wasn't. Since then, I had tried to find out who is my real father. Nobody in my family would tell me, for whatever reasons they may have had. My mom refused to tell me. Twelve years.

A couple days ago, I sat down with my mom and she told me my story, even if it was the abridged version. I now know his name. I know my name too, since I wasn't born a Santana. I picked that up when my mom married my step father when I was two. I know....

And what changed? Nothing. I may not have been born a Santana but I AM a Santana. It is all I know. I am no different now that I know who my father is than when i didn't know. The only difference between now and before is that I know the name of one more stranger in this world.