I'd like to share it to the people in cyberspace that I dont have a dad. I didn't know that the person I looked up to as my sister was my real mom. It was my grandparents who became the parents I respected and loved. What hurts a lot is the reality that I didnt have a single idea that I was hurting my mom for not loving her as my mother. I knew that I was different from the rest of the family because I was the only one dark skinned, and until high school I didnt know that my dad left my mom when she was 3 months pregnant. Right now, I still think that my dad did not have the balls to stand by my mom when she needed him.