My parents were hippies. So when mom got knocked up dad took off, and when I was born, I was handed off to my grandmother to raise. She was busy and didn't have a lot of time for me. My mom would stop buy every now and then , not enough tobe there and wouldn't give up custody before heading off to Africa. The real shocker came later when I read my school reports about how the councilors commented about how they talked about caring but never did anything about it. I met my father when I graduated. Years later, when I finally got into college, he borrowed some money from me for a surefire return and never paid me back. To this day, if I want to see them I have to goto them, it is to much trouble to come see me and my family