Snow
As I sat there gazing at the picture of my biological father, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. For the first time in eighteen years, I was able to set my eyes on him, and there was no denying the fact that we were definitely related.
Like me and Snowflake, he had light, blonde hair, brown eyes, and a pale complexion. He was a handsome man with a smile lighting up his face and muscles bulging all over his body.
While we all sat together and enjoyed the delicious hot cocoa that my aunt treated us to, I curiously asked, "Would you by chance happen to have a picture of my mom?"
"I'm so sorry, sweetie, but your father never introduced us to her before he disappeared. I would have loved to meet her," she solemnly replied.
I could tell my father meant a lot to Snowflake,
