Missing: Biological Father

I wasn’t going to dive headfirst into telling this part of my story without having more substance, but here I am.  In my last post, I mentioned that I hadn’t met my biological father and that raised many questions among readership aka close friends.

I have always struggled to tell my story, because haters (#fuelme) will often believe it is cry for attention.  In fact, it partly is.  I have gone so many years burying so many things I want to say aloud, in fear of negative attention.  But, like all things in life, there is light and there is dark.  Everyone needs validation for their stories — proof that their hardships are real and understood.  Luckily for me, the light vastly outweighs the dark.

My biological father remained faceless for many years.  Literally, his head was cut out in all pictures.  His name was never spoken in our household.  Basically, he was He Shall Not Be Named.

I finally learned his full name (which was incidentally Voldemort [just kidding]) a few years ago.  I plugged it into the omniscient Google and found his ludicrously extensive curriculum vitae.  It was then I understood how and why I was naturally such a tryhard.

Tomorrow, I resume my education at a university at which he is a professor.

Wish me luck! (Though, I have the strength of America by my side; happy fourth of July to those across the Pacific pond.)

-TW

 

Travis

Behind his expression he is hiding the fact that I'm massive
Black & Blue at Senior Ball

Meet-cute: Our friendship is proof the parking lot “rave” at orientation was a success

First heart-to-heart: Outside dorms, sharing a pint of ice cream from the best deli, reading my college application essay (because that’s how normal freshmen socialize, right?)

Worst of Times: Post-Superbowl LI, Travis & Tiffany vs. $40 not-so-super toilet bowl feat. Skyping elder Travis

Best of Times:  Successful Asian Persuasion student government campaign, infinite food/shopping/New York adventures, being mistaken for a couple (we’re a power* couple)

We've both moved onto better hairstyles.
I once posted this captioned “I miss you” and Travis replied with a comment on his hair

Things Unsaid: Thank you for always remembering me.  Thank you for remembering me despite my hiatus at school and including me in/being my Secret Santa.  Thank you for finding a way to send chocolate from all over Europe to Taiwan!  Thank you for hearing the truth behind my dark humor; thank you for reminding me of who I am, even when I forgot for a few years.  Most of all, thank you for being a constant.

Relation to Taiwan: You haven’t come (yet), but if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to stay.

Favorite Memory: Pulling an all-nighter after finals cramming to see the sunrise, despite it being completely overcast.

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Happy birthday, Travie. Thanks for teaching me it’s always worth sticking around to see tomorrow.  “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.”

Love always,

TW