A while back I said my donor wasn't special. That wasn't true. He wasn't special and unique in the way he gave himself to my mother. He was the last in a string of many to offer himself up to her when in fact he wasn't free to do so.

My mother had realized if she could cross the ocean and be alone in a city where she didn't speak the language, be alone and function perfectly well-she had no need to entangle herself with men who weren't free.

My mother left Germany with the seed of me and a stronger certainty of herself.

My father went crazy with the harem.