Unmasked: Finding My Real Father (and Myself) with Tara
He froze, wrench in hand.
I’m wearing a Dora the Explorer backpack that’s too big for my shoulders. Dad is wearing his "Weekend Warrior" sunglasses and a strained smile. We’re at a county fair. He’s holding a giant stuffed tiger he just won by cheating at a ring toss. In the photo, I look ecstatic. He looks… present. tara and dad unmasked
That’s progress.
We’re not done. Tara went back to Portland. I’m still here, learning to ask better questions than "How was your day?" Yesterday, I asked, "What color do you feel like today?" He thought about it for a long time and said, "Grey. But with a little bit of orange." Unmasked: Finding My Real Father (and Myself) with