It started with a phone call.

November of 2013 -

I have a best friend from back home - Dayton, Texas

Her name is Jordan.

Jordan got a new neighbor

Her name is Alyssa.

This new neighbor has a best friend too.

Her name is Amber.

Amber finds out her dad's name is Ron Parker, but hey -

That's my dad's name.

My best friend's neighbor shares the news

That her best friend found her dad after 17 years.

My best friend's neighbor shares the news

That my best friend is friends with her best friend's dad on Facebook.

Do you know Ron Parker?

"Yeah, that's my best friend's dad" she says.

"Wait, but that's MY best friend's dad" says her neighbor.

My best friend calls me and shares the news

That her neighbor's best friend found her dad -

And that her dad is my dad.

I take my dad outside and I tell him I need to talk to him.

I ask him about Amber -

He lies to me.

"What are you talking about?" He insists.

He knows damn well what I'm talking about.

Later that same month we meet her.

My dad now has THREE 17 year olds -

Birthed by THREE different mothers.

Later that same month she comes down to stay with us.

My dad wants to impress her.

Compensate for not being there the past 17 years

Like he wasn't there for me for 13 years

He treats her better than he treats us -

Kirsten and I.

He treats her by buying her nice things

Taking her to nice dinners.

"Hey Dad, can you bring me home some bagels?"

No Kearsten, I just paid the mortgage.

"Hey Dad, could you bring me home some fruit roll ups?"

Sure Amber, anything for you.

Her dad's name is Ron Parker, but hey -

That's my dad.