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I found Kate's father.

We knew the girls had different fathers even though, according to the courts, there was only one.

Grandma knew his name and told me. She spelled the last name wrong and the first name is a common one that can be spelled many different ways so it took me awhile.

But then there I am staring at the male version of Kate's face. I have no doubt he's her father.

He's a cage fighter. Seriously. Like boxing. But not. There are tickets that have been sold to his events. His FB knickname is "LowLife" and his slogan is, "Once a lowlife, always a lowlife." Covered in tattoos and muscles and a nose that's been broken many times.

He may also do tree trimming as a job, according to pictures of him up in a tree in a harness with a chainsaw. We will not need any of our trees trimmed ever again.

Nothing screams, CLOSE THAT ADOPTION! like finding out the birth father is a chainsaw-wielding, cage-fighting, lowlife. Feeling pretty firm in my decision not to pursue a connection with that family.

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