Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“What is this? What does this mean?” She leans over and looks at what I am pointing at.
“Oh that means he only gave us permission to use his specimen twelve times and then it had to be disposed of.” Suddenly my chest begins to feel a bit heavy. Twelve? Is that normal? Have any of them come here?
“Wow that’s a lot. Have any of them, huh…” She smiles and places her hand on mine.
“You are the first one dear. As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you the use of this service, a chat group if you will that I will set up under the specimens number and if any of them come in they will be given the chat info and then you guys can meet. Would you be interested?” Oh my God. Is she serious?
“Yes. I would be very interested.” She claps her hands before handing me all of the information, asking me if she can help me with anything else and walking away.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I move to one of the empty corners in the lobby just long enough to try to see where I should start. I notice a small note attached to the file and pick it up. I spend a few minutes realizing it is the handwriting of the man who donated a part of himself to bring me here and a single tear leaves my eye.
If you are reading this then that means I am your sperm donor. I am not going to give you my entire life story here. This paper is much too small for that. I will only say I have plans, big plans for my life and they begin from the moment I walk out of this door as I am going back home to Texas to enlist in the Marines. I guess I just felt that if something happens and I don’t make it out of there alive, my mother who was an amazing woman and the only person in my life to believe beside my grandma, her legacy should live on, in you. Thus my specifications for your names should you turn out to be a girl. I wish you all good things and who knows, maybe one day our paths will cross, and I will immediately know who you are.
Forever in your blood,
No. Pl18956
With tears falling down my face, I smile. “Looks like I am going to Texas.”
God, I forgot how much I hate planes. I think when I get into the Uber and take a deep breath after being on the plane for a mere two hours and fifty-five minutes. I am not exactly claustrophobic, but I don’t like being in enclosed places with strangers either.
After giving the driver the address to the VA which is where I am going to start, I pull the file out once more and go through it. I am starting at the VA because he said he was enlisting and even though he could have changed his mind, I am going on faith he didn’t. I figured I could go there, maybe get a print out of every male who enlisted with this birthdate on the date he gave his donation and start from there. I don’t know it can’t be that many, right?
“Here you are Miss.” I look at the building with a sense of anticipation. This is either going to lead nowhere, or I am going to start a real adventure. I give him a tip for grabbing my stuff out of the trunk for me and roll my bag into the building.
“Welcome to Veterans Affairs. How may I direct you?” Shoot. I don’t know what to call it.
“Uhm I am looking for information on my father when he enlisted.” I mean it is not exactly a lie.
“Ah You want the third floor. Here, take this visitor's pass.'' He hands me a pass to put on my shirt and shows me the elevators. I take a deep breath reminding myself I came all this way to learn something, anything about who I am.
The door opens and I walk out onto the quiet floor. There seems to be no one around but one man behind a desk. “Good afternoon. What can I help you with today?” he asks. My mind short circuits and all I can think about is ice melting all over him. He's so freaking hot. “Miss?” Shoot.
“Uh yes.” I clear my throat. “Sorry. I was wondering if I could get a list of all the enlistees from this date with this date of birth.” I write it down on a piece of paper.
“I’m sorry no can do,” he says with a certainty I find annoying.
“Well, I know it might be a lot of names but surely you can simply print it off.” I mean come on man do your job. Hot or not earn your keep. Is what I want to say but of course, I don’t.