Author’s Note I grew up without my father. My mother believed I shouldn’t know, and I accepted it, because I had no alternative. I had no other parent besides my mother, and if I wanted a relationship with her I knew I needed to give up wanting one with him. I did not know him. I did not know his name. I didn’t know his family. I did not know that I had siblings. By the time I learned the truth, my father had already died. He never knew I existed. There is no repair for that