Have you ever felt like you need to hold on to something no matter how many times people tell you to let it go? I'm adopted and recently I found out that I had a third father. I couldn't believe it all these years had gone by and no one had mentioned his name until now. Ever since I have found out about "my father," I have had my heart set on finding him-Even though I have no clue as to where he lives or works. Maybe hes far away or maybe hes nearby--but one day I'm going to find him and tell him that I was looking for him and that i'm his daughter. And then I'm going to say the four words i have been meaning to say my entire life...."I love you....dad.."