My Japanese Family

Life has always been easy for me as far as I could remember. I have always been liked because of the way I look. Bragging aside, I’m not like your ordinary girl. I stand at a statuesque height of 5’10, with long black hair, porcelain-like type of skin and a stunning sexy body. My eyes are like that of a Japanese doll. I am half American-Japanese. Boys woo over me, and girls hated me for that. I am a catwalk and image model. My job as a model required me to go places. I have gone to Italy for the fashion TV, Japan for a catwalk and tattoo show for black koi fish and other types of wild animals, and other Asian countries as well.

One unforgettable travel I’ve had was in Japan where I finally met my biological father. Honestly, I have never known my father. All I had was an old picture of him where he was standing beside a koi garden pond. My mom told me that when she was pregnant with me, she discovered that my father was getting into an arranged marriage that was why she ended their relationship.

So, in my desire to meet my father I decided to look for him during our free day. My Japanese model friend accompanied me to the local authorities to ask about him. I got lucky that time; the authorities gave me his address. I was nervous when we were on our way to my father’s home. I was imagining what his reactions would be.

I knocked on his front door; a beautiful girl (she looked like me) answered the door and my friend talked to her in Japanese. The girl let us in their living room and she went inside a bedroom and called someone. A man appeared in front us, it was my father. I introduced myself and we talked. He introduced me to his wife and kids and had dinner with them. I was happy to know that all of their kids knew about me and that they never hid the truth from them from the start.

Up to this time, I go to Japan annually and visit my family there. I am glad that because of my career as a model, it took me to a place where I can be reunited with my father and my Japanese family.