ME: "Hello."Like that she hung up and my daughter, Melissa, was out of my life forever.
CALLER: "Hello, is this Mr. Ogden?"
ME: "Yes."
CALLER: "Is this Paul Ogden."
ME: "Yes."
CALLER: "My name is Melissa. I'm your daughter."
ME: "Huh?"
CALLER: "I'm you're daughter. You put me up for adoption when I was born and I tracked you down."
ME: "You sure you have the right person?"
CALLER: "Yes, Paul Ogden. You live in Indianapolis."
ME: "Yes, that's right. How old are you?"
CALLER: "I'm 21."
ME: "Well I'm only 27. I don't remember what I was doing at six that well, but I'm pretty sure you have the wrong Paul Ogden."
CALLER: "Sorry."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
My Brush With Fatherhood
Several years ago, I was awakened from my sleep early one Saturday morning. It just after 8 am so I was still pretty groggy. The conversation though woke me up real fast.
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3 comments:
Well, Kentucky is right across the bridge from your hometown...
How true it is.
It really makes me mad that Melissa never remembers me on Father's Day. Not even a lousy card.
A Classic story! Or as the British would say Brilliant!
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