My mom and the man who would become my adoptive father had hired a private detective to find my birth dad. AdvertisementThen one night, years later, I saw a guy on TV with the same name as my dad. As the story was told to my sister, who eventually told me, our dad accidentally brushed the chest of a teenage girl. There are seven kids in total — four of us always wondering what our dad was really like, and three who never got to wonder. The ones who really knew him didn’t get to do that.
