Maybe 'lost' Isn't the Word...
but I have never known my father. My whole life my mom had told me the same story about happened to my father. She was a teenage mom ( I was born 3 months after her 18th bday) and she said that my dad was in a motorcycle accident and died. I went with this story and cherished the one and only photo that she had of him...I had nothing else to go on.
When I got older, around 15...I began asking more and more questions and she finally told me the truth... My "dad" wasn't ready to be a father and that she tried several times to get in touch with him and sent my baby pictures to him and his parents only to have them returned...torn up. The name she told me and the photo were true but that was all. I've never searched for my dad...never googled his name...but my mom knows that he has at least 2 other daughters.
I wonder sometimes what they look like. I look alot different from my mom. I have my dad's brown eyes (my mom's are electric blue), I have my dad's skin color (my mom is pale; and I am always slightly tanned), I have a birthmark on my right arm that is from him also. My curiousity hasn't outweighed the risk of finding out something or experiencing something that I really am better off without.