One Shots

My Somewhat Father {od}

In my world, my father did not know I existed, well, my actual father. I am a child of a sperm donor. My life sounds complicated, well, it is. I never knew my real father – the sperm donor – and the one who raised me, died just before I turned 11 years old. I miss him sometimes, because my mom changed. After he died, she became a workaholic, always working in the office. She was in line to be CEO for the big company, I think it is called Star Night, for famous people – well, who were once famous. I do not know what they do, but it is helping those who were famous, and want to be famous, even if it is for a night. I guess that is why the name is a coincidence. She has also found a new man; his name’s Charles Williams. He is just as rich as my mom is, because he owns a hotel chain. It is fairly famous, for famous people. Maybe it was a coincidence for them to meet. Maybe I have over explained that… On to reality…

Now here I sit here, in the same sperm donor clinic my parents did almost 17 years ago, seeing if I can find out who my father is. The two people in front of my, a man and a woman, looked at me confused. They must have not expected me to come here and ask them.

“We would gladly help you figure out who your father is; we just need your birthday and legal full name.” The man said, as the woman nodded. I shrugged, more in an odd understanding way.

“I can tell you that, yeah.” I said, with a smile. “My name is Amelia Jane Valentine. I was born on April 12, 2025.” I said, concluding.

“Okay Ms. Valentine, we’ll be back in half an hour – or longer, maybe shorter – it depends on where the files are located.” The woman said, standing before the man.

“We’ll help you find your father, Ms. Valentine.” The man said, with a kind smile.

I sat in the office, watching the two leave the room. What does one do in an unknown office for possibly a half hour?

It seems weird, thinking that I sit here in an office, looking for my sperm donor father. It is mid-December, somewhat weird. I spent almost 6 years wondering what it would be like to meet my sperm father. I mean, I noticed that I looked a lot like my dad, expect I had my mom’s brown eyes. I had brown hair, while my mom had raven hair that currently had slightly visible brown highlights. My face did not even look much like my mom’s; it also did not look like my other father’s – the one who raised me – face. My mother never cared though, she was just glad to have a child. Not long after I was born, she found she could not have any more kids.

“Ms. Valentine.”

The man’s voice spoke as I sat there thinking. I looked up at him, as the woman had some files in his hands. They had smiles on their faces, must be good news.

“Ms. Valentine, we have your father’s information.” The woman said, with a bright smile, even bigger than before. “It didn’t take long.” The man said, joining in his partner’s information.

“It also won’t be long to find him.” The man said, as I had a confused face – or at least I hope it looked like that. “It looks like he’s in town this weekend, staying the Hotel Starlet.” The woman said, finishing what her partner started saying.

Hotel Starlet, that is the hotel my, kind of, stepfather owns. That means my sperm donor father, was, or is, or something, famous? I did not see that coming…

“Really, what’s his name?”

*

Here I stood, the middle of my stepfather’s hotel, looking for my, somewhat, father. I saw a group of celebrities talking in every part of the room, all happy looking. I walked up the desk, seeing that it was Brian – he was one of Charles’ favourite employees in this hotel.