24 October 2017
I had met up with my donor father. Just at his home in Amsterdam. The region of Amsterdam where my mother also happened to live when she was young. My donor father could just have run into my mother if she had just continued to live in that part of Amsterdam.
There really could have been a movie scene where they meet in a cafe and then know each other from going out and then suddenly not see each other ever again. And suddenly 26 years later find out that together they have ensured that I am here in the world. Oh well that is not reality but a movie scene.
Go back to reality for a moment. I was on my way to see my donor father. I said to my mother, "I don't want to stand there with empty hands with him. He also arranged lunch." So before I went to see him, I got a bunch of flowers. Then first try to enter the street because the street was completely open to be tiled. With the nerves in my body I try to cross the street.
It is very strange that I always have nerves in my body before I go to him and once I have a conversation I actually feel completely at ease with him. At one point after my mother dropped me off, we went to his living room and he had some photo albums ready for me to view together.
After album number 1 we went upstairs together to his girlfriend's house where we had lunch. What a nice woman she is and what a good soup she can make. For the first time that I really like soup. Still have to ask for the recipe. She was very interested in who I was. She had even seen the documentary I was in. And I was amazed that she knew so much about my half siblings and the situation.
They put it quite nicely when I asked how she knew all this and why she was interned in it. "It's something we played before we met. It is a part of his life that took place before I met him that I would like to know about. It's not just anything. I really like that you are taking the initiative to come here and that you want to get to know D."
I am happy that they support each other like that. When I see their relationship, I see the same kind of people as me and my boyfriend. I love to see them together like this. And see that my donor father is happy. And I liked it so much that his girlfriend said that I am one of the kids who most resembles him. After we had eaten, I brought out my laptop to show some nice photos from the past. After which his girlfriend secretly took a very nice photo that I show pictures on my laptop. A super nice photo. Another photo for my scrapbook.
Then we went back to his house and looked at the rest of his photo albums. And especially a lot of chatter about his childhood. He also showed pictures of some half siblings. Still nice to see 3 extra faces that I can place with my half siblings. Then we walked through Amsterdam together and he showed where he lived as a student and where he used to work. And then I was able to hear very nice stories again. When I got home, my donor father told his girlfriend that my mother called the home phone. And that I just had to check my mobile. It was late so I called my mom.
She told me to watch the time before we got stuck in a traffic jam towards work. Luckily I had brought my uniform with me and quickly changed myself there. He thought the uniform suited me well. He didn't have that before when he worked. Then my mom came in to pick me up and say goodbye. The end had come and I had to leave for work. I actually didn't want to leave at all. I felt so welcome at his place. Oh well I could tell he liked it and made myself feel very welcome. Fortunately, when I was at work I was able to multitask well, because I had to fill courses but also all the information that tells me could be processed that day. It was a great day.
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