The thing about family is they are what they
are and inevitably embarrassing, awkward, overriding, often overbearing but
also supportive and endearing all rolled up into one fortunate mess for many
people. Vanessa would wonder how she- should be so lucky to have a family when
for all intents and purpose should be an orphan. For the first time, since
Quest had come back into her life she wondered if she had any blood relations
or was she in fact a true orphan. No mother, no father… father? Why had she
never thought of the lack of any memory of a father?
She supposed it was because that her adoptive
father had always been such a rock of stability in her life it would be hard to
imagine anything or anyone else having that role. She loved her adoptive mother
but it wasn’t the same, Mom was delicate and not the rock that Dad had always
been. Still the thought of not knowing of her father bothered her a great deal
and she resolved to ask Quest of him as soon as the opportunity arose. She had
no memory of a father but she couldn’t help but feel like there was an
impression of him somewhere in her psyche.
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