i’ve never really known my dads side of the family too well. my birth dad died when i was 5 and he wasn’t that present in my life after him and my mom split before that, he moved back south with his family and got hooked on painkillers idk. there aren’t that many people in my dads side that know me or care for knowing me. my own grandma doesn’t think i’m hers (she’s evil so like whatever ig) but last time i saw her she didn’t even recognize me. the whole time my family compared me to my dad who i didn’t even know. said i have his smile his laugh his hair his face his everything. i’m the direct copy of someone i don’t remember, all i have are photos of him and my mom. im a living ghost of my family’s most recent tragedy.