The Way It Could Be...

you could call me and say, "you know what, I don't want to wait any longer, who knows what tomorrow may bring, are you gonna be free for a couple days sometime soon?" you could come to my house and see that I'm not rich and I'm not poor. you could see your 1/2 sister and what ways you are alike. you could see how welcome you'd be. we could hug and cry and laugh and smile and look and touch and hold and feel. we could go thru all the pictures I could find and show you the faces of the people you came from. you could introduce me to your daughter, my first bio-grandchild and we could marvel at the wonder of her. we could talk for hours upon hours upon hours until we could hardly keep ours eyes open, and then wake up and start again. I could tell you how you came to be, the definition of a "love child". we could see how much we are alike. you could tell me about your childhood and how much you love the parents that raised you and the brother that's your best friend. you could tell me about how your daughter came to be. we could take a picture of us together to remind us of the feeling of finally, truly, actually meeting. we could agree to meet again sometime soon. we could hug and cry and laugh and smile and look and touch and hold and feel with the contentment of knowing now. we could pull away without pulling back and say "okay, see ya..." because that's not final. we could wave knowing that we'll see each other again. we could...