I found out my biological  father died six years ago and  I  don't  remember  anything about  him.   One of my old foster parents who has cancer told me that me and my little brother used to visit  my dad a lot.   She says my dad worshipped the ground  we walked on.  My father died of a heart attack  due to years of drug abuse.  She says i used to make  my brother  laugh so much. I'm  not  allowed  to  see my brother or even write to him, because his parents  don't  want  him to remember me.  I found out I have a 2nd brother and the father was Clinton McIntyre.  He was the cunt who beat me when  I  was  2, my brother when  he  was  1, and my biological   mom when she was pregnant  with  his child.  my adoptive Mom won't  let me near him anytime  soon, so  I  won't  see my 2nd brother either.   I can't  see any of them.  there's  one person  left, my real mom.  and I'm  going to see her tomorrow. I'm  not  sure  if I  should  feel scared or excited... wish me luck...