Frankly, I didn't how all this adds up somehow without me knowing from the start. It was just yesterday that stepdad told me about this and here I am looking at him. Flesh and blood after all these years.
I stood rigid, watching my current parent's faces before looking at my dad who has a high smile on his face. With his hands wide, he pulled me into a tight hug which was kind of a bit awkward as all I did was a standstill.
James (my real dad) pulled out before he cleared his throat clumsily. He both sides of his lower lips with his index and thumb before turning to my Mum with a wide grin on his face. He licked his lower lips before throwing his hand up and letting it drop, slapping it hard on his sides.
"My baby!" He shouted, "Emilia is a big girl and I don't even know how old she is.
