My biological father’s name is Melvin Lewis Johnson. Its been awhile since i last saw him. The things i know about him is that he's a very tall african american man, and he is pretty heavy in weight. He liked to wear black Kangol hats that covered up his very shiny bald head, and suits to look professional or presentable. It was already hard seeing him as it was because of his job as a greyhound bus driver. He was always nice enough to take other people’s shift, and stay out later than needed. Things just didn't seem to go right after awhile. Life was just not great after not seeing him for multiple hours of the night. I thought i had the best life ever as a kid in that no one would ever take that away from me. But they always say, “When the
