As I sit at my computer and begin to write this short story about a part of my life I am filled with so many

mixed emotions that I don't know what to do, so I am sitting here trying to make sense of it all and hope-

fully this will help. Fifteen years ago my mother passed away. While she was alive every Saturday night her

and my father would sit at the kitchen table and have drinks. That was her way of unwinding from a week that

was filled with hard work. Well on this paticular Saturday night she had a few drinks in her and she started to

speak about how she had a baby boy but she was'nt allowed to keep it so she had to give him away. She started

to say that my father had forced her to do that by threatning her. Well my father was an abuser all of my life

and I can't imagine what he did to my mother before I was old enough to see. When I did get alittle older he

abused me whenever he was in his moods so I know he hit her. She could only speak when he left the room

because she did'nt want him to know that she had told my sister and me about this. Well first of all we did'nt

know if this was true or was it the alcohol talking. Once our father entered the room she stopped talking and

then it was never spoken of again. Now it has been four years since the death of my father. While he was on

his death bed he told his new wife to inform me that I infact do have a brother out in the world somewhere. I

was shocked!! The only thing that was going through my mind was how dare he wait until this moment to tell

me about this. The fact is it was'nt even him who told me it was his new wife. She told me that she knew about

this a few years ago. Now I not only was trying to handle the fact that my dad was dying but also the fact that

she knew about my brother but she did'nt say anything. Lies,Lies and more Lies. Truth none of them even knew

what the word meant. Once my father was dead and buried underground I turned to my husband and he knew

exactly what I was going to say. I said it's time,time to search for my brother. The brother that I never was able

to grow up with or love. He said okay lets get started. At first we tried on our own but we did'nt have to much luck

because back in those years the adoption records were like sealed so tight shut that no one would be able to

ever open them. My husband said since no one would come forward and help us out than it was time to hire

some one who would. We went through the court system and we hired a mediator person and she has done

everything for us . Well yesterday I got the most teriffic news that I could of ever hoped for. She called me on

the phone and said I have just spoke with your brother!! Oh my god! I can't believe it. As I am typing I am still

trying not to cry. This is a miracle. It has taken since the death of my father, four years ago to find him. She said that

he was in shock to hear he has sisters. He did know that he had been adopted. Now I have to wait for the next

step, soon hopefully very soon. I am telling my story to say if you are in search of a loved one and it's been

awhile don't give up. I was on the verge of giving up when my mediator could'nt find the birth certificate but than

I got a call and it was found. So whatever you do keep searching, in my heart there was no other solution. After

all the look on my mothers face when she was telling me this is stuck in my head and has been for along long

time. I know she is looking down from heaven and she knows that he has been found. Now she can have peace.