Yesterday was Father's day and again I am reminded that I come from a broken home... My mother told me that my biological father didn't want to be a part of my life, a all too familiar phrase and conversation many children on my block hear. Only recently, meaning since I've completed 2 years of undergrad college, did she tell me that he did try to come back into my life. Her fear of what this man could bring to me and what burden it could bear over her overrided what might have been a very different life for me. Maybe I would have a better understanding of my identity and heritage..... I feel as though there is a missing link. I know this is causing much confusion in my life and distance between me and my mother. When I was two, my mother married Mike and he adopted me as his own daughter. He is the only dad that I can ever recall. He is everything that I could ever image a father being. So much that I forget that he's not my biological, blood father. Nobody talks about how I became a Carter... My bond with his family is stronger than that of my mother's. So, tell me again why the man who steps away is not considered the step father and the one who stepped in isn't given more honor.