Are you sure that should go there?

I have met a sister, and talked on the phone to another. I have a brother in Colorado who phoned the other day -turns out we actually spent two hours together few years ago. I don’t know what to think of this new family. They look a little like me. They live on reservations and are “Indian.” Our parents are no longer alive but I have cousins, nephews, and nieces -so much family. And they have welcomed me with warmth and genuine pleasure. Charlie, my sister, played a tape for me of our father’s AA testimonial and it was almost like his words finally penetrated the cat and mouse game I had been playing in my head.
The search for Indian is about family. Indian family, in my case. It’s about love. And looking for love. Nothing else. Nothing else matters at all. When I am square there, in my heart, that is what matters. I’ll never know what my life would have been like had Miss Kay (my mother) kept me, but of one thing I am sure -everything happens for the best.