It was only roughly 9 months ago when I learnt that I am not my parents biological child. I was born in 1987. To cut the story short, I only got few information about my biological parents. My biological mom is a Filipino. She used to work as a Nurse Attendant somewhere in Lahad Datu, Sabah, Malaysia. She met my biological dad there and he is a Malaysian (other info said that he is a Chinese-Malaysian). When he knew that my biological mom was pregnant with me, he just gave her the money to fly back to the Philippines in order to give birth to me. My biological dad refused to take the responsibility as he was already married with another woman that time. Though I am not really sure of the authenticity of their stories…

I found my biological mom’s whereabouts just a week ago. Unfortunately, she already passed away in 2015. I was able to contact my biological half siblings, and as well as my biological mom’s relatives. I tried to ask for more information about my biological father, but to no avail… The only person who knew him was my biological mom and a friend of hers (who unfortunately died of Covid19).

The purspose of searching my biological parents was only to know where my roots were coming from. I have no intentions of getting my rights from them. In all honesty, I am doing well with my life and grateful of my nonbiological parents for raising me well. I will be more grateful to know my biological dad and curious of what he looks like. I have no intention of ruining his life. I just want to see what he looks like and how he has been all these years.

I hope this is just easy as 123.___