JASPERS POV
Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table. She wouldn't look at me, just stared at the redwood finish with a profound frown. Twice, she'd opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. I didn't blame her; Meeting my possible biological parent, even one of them, must be hard for her. These people took me in, raised me, fed me, clothed me. Loved me. I expected this to be harder for her than it was for me. I waited patiently, though, letting her gather her thoughts and feelings. Finally, she spoke.
"You want to do this?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
That was a tough one. But I couldn't be anything than honest with her.
"I'm not sure. Partly to see if it's true. Another part of me just wants to look him in the eye and ask the questions I've been wondering about for years. Lots of reasons
