Something you may not be understanding, he abandoned us when I was 5, leaving my mother pregnant. I saw him once more when I was 11. He never attempted to keep in touch. It's bad business. I constantly think now that I wish he changed. Maybe he became a new man and couldnt force himself to face us. Atleast this is what I hope. Now all I have are these feelings of being incomplete, I always knew I could make ammends, find him, see if he had changed. Now I can't.