I shared a little of this story… but I didn’t go into MY FEELINGS about it. But every since I was in my early teens my dad told ME.. * I’m the oldest* that he had another daughter. I was excited…. for one I LOVE people, and for some reason, it felt good to know that I REALLY WASNT the oldest *she’s 4 years older than me*. This story is different for me, because while my dad shared it with me when I was younger, I started having visions of what she looked like, what her personality was like, what kinda person she was, did we favor. And it stuck with me for years and years and years. As I got older, my dad would tell me “don’t go looking for her, you don’t know if her mother told her something different”. Even though I wanted to go against what he said, I knew it was true. I use to get my dad alone and ask him so many questions about her, that he wished he had never told me. LOL I couldn’t help it….. now looking back on it, it probably made him feel uncomfortable. I would think about her day in and day out… all the time.