Do You Want Dad With That?
I worked in McDonalds before going to university to help pay for things, as my foster parents didn’t really have the means to help me much. Anyway, there was this one man who came through the drivethru, late 30s, clearly a farmer from his vehicle and dog in the back.
He was always nice enough, pretty quiet and I remember a couple of times that he tried to make nice small talk. When I worked either side of New Years, he asked me how things were and said I should be out having fun my age, asked if my christmas was good and all that.
I remember thinking he always seemed real lonely or was sad when he drove through, and tried to carry conversation with me. I felt bad having to be quick with him and dart off, because he just seemed like he wanted someone to talk to.
Long story short, he drove through one day and asked if my last name was what he thought it was. After a sideways glance from my manager, I said it was. He looked real sad and took his hat off, said that he reckoned he was my dad.
My bio-mother didn’t know who my dad was (she slept around as a teen, then got pregnant with me), so it was possible. My manager let me go on break. So over my dinner he explains that he slept with my mother around the time that she got pregnant, he was only 16.
He was really apologetic/kind of seemed ashamed, and said he said he was real sorry he didn’t seek me out, make sure I wasn’t his, that sort of thing. He was from a town about an hours drive away, so that was a part of it. And noone ever showed up to tell him he was a dad or anything.
I told him I was happy with my life, gave him my number and told him to give me a bell sometime. And yeah, that’s how I met my dad. My bio-dad, I should say. After a few years when I heard from my bio-mother again, she said that yeah, he was who she thought the father was.
The other two guys she was sleeping with were black, and I ain’t. We went out for coffee 3 or 4 times, but we didn’t have much to talk about. He and I never really maintained contact, the last time we spoke he told me he’d been diagnosed with MS.
He had a couple of sons but I was his only daughter and he said that he was grateful we had met. He’s still got my number somewhere. Story credit: Reddit / awkwardfamilyreunion