Who am I? Part 3

The day had finally arrived. I had already been married for 6 years and we had our own apartment. I was going to meet my birthmother for the first time with no interruptions and no shame. I saw her limo pull up in the parking lot and then heard her walking up the stairs. This was it! I was going to open that door and see her, finally! I opened the door, and there she was. We fell into each others arms. How strange her skin felt like mine, I recognized her scent. I found that so very weird, but it was real somehow.

I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't look like her except for maybe our hair color. I knew she lived so close to me growing up and I would have never recognized her if we should cross paths. I still wanted to know where I got my looks from. I proceeded to ask her a question I had been afraid to, but I had to know. Who was my biological father? She was Italian and didn't even know who her father was, long story, but she told me my father was Irish, straight off the boat. Ah, so that's why I was so pale and blue eyed. She had brown eyes and apparently my father had blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes, in fact she told me when she was giving birth to me while medicated she said to the doctors "please let her have her fathers beautiful blue eyes".

We sat next to each other comparing our hands and feet and just staring at each other. We had the same likes and habits, we had so much in common. We told each other stories of our lives. I remembered getting a letter from the adoption agency years before telling me how she was a singer, which blew my mind back then because all through my school years I was the school soloist. My teacher once told my parents to get me vocal lessons because I had a gift from Heaven. The sad thing was that my birthmother never sang again after the pain of giving me away. You see she never wanted to give me away. My birthfather told her he was engaged to someone else and disappeared from her life after he found out she was pregnant. Her mother told her she couldn't come home with a baby. Upon a phone call I had with a nun at the adoption agency years before the nun told me my birthmother didn't want to give me away, she didn't eat for days and just stayed in her room crying. I remember that information broke my heart back then, but at the same time made me feel like I was wanted, I wasn't thrown away.

We talked more about my biological father. She told me his name and that she thought he had moved back to Ireland. Well the following day at work I told my coworkers about everything. One man I worked with said "Let me try to find him" and at that point I said "sure, good luck, he's probably in Ireland". To my surprise he found him! He owned a restaurant in Manhattan. I was afraid to call him so I told my birthmother about it. To my surprise she said " I'll call him" I was shocked! And so she did. She pretended she was private investigator but he recognized her voice! But he agreed to meet me and told her to tell me to call him. More on that meeting in Part 4.