How would you feel if the first man you remembered living in the house with your mother wasn't your father after all? What if the second father figure drove you and your brother to an orphanage, dropping you off at the age of four? And after a few years as a Catholic, you were taken out of the orphanage and put in a Christian scientist school? What if you had to change your last name then? Would you have been happy? What if you went from there to another private school with a different religion and then to a public school at age thirteen? Would you have had many friends? What if you suddenly met your real father, who you had been told was dead, and was given your real last name? What kind of person would you be? Would you have understood why your brother left home when he turned eighteen? And if you got a scholarship and went to college, leaving you mother to live alone, would you then be happy? Would the rest of your life then be stable and fulfilling?