Foster father

I woke up early as I remembered what my mom said to me last night. We would be leaving for the hospital this morning to go take my DNA result and other results too. My dad was going with us which was a great joy to me.

We would be going as a happy family to the hospital to take the result. I settled for a red gown and low heel sandals.

I wanted to look as simple as I can despite all the dresses and the shoes I have in my wardrobe. I met my mom and dad waiting in the living room. They were already waiting for me.

We walked to the garage and waited for the family driver to get the car. When he did, we went into the car and he drove off.

As we left in the car with me resting my head on my dad's shoulder. I couldn't help but think about my foster father. My dad reminded me so much of him. Their physique was likewise their smile.

It was only the look of their eyes which isn't the same. My foster father had dull brown eyes while my dad had sharp gray eyes.

I had always had a mutual bonding