No Word Yet

Earlier, I said that whatever my biological mother decided was fine with me. I was simply hoping to get some information about my biological father. So, last Monday, I sent my letter with little hope of response.

As of today, almost two weeks later, I still have no response. I expected this...really. And yet, I find myself a bit annoyed. Why? If I expected nothing, I should be fine with nothing. But I have to admit to myself that I was hoping that she would come through. I was hoping that her interest would be piqued enough to scribble a note or something to acknowledge my existence. Is she rude? Was she traumatized by her pregnancy at the time? I don't know. Still, it is 46 years after the fact. Would a note be asking too much.

Perhaps she will write. Perhaps she will do me the favor of giving me a clue of the other branch of the tree. I don't think that I am asking too much, am I?

I guess I care more than I thought.