title: My Fathers' Daughter: A Story of Family and Belonging
author:  Hannah Pool 
description: Following her mothers death in childbirthand the erroneous notation of her fathers death as wellPool was adopted by a white couple and transplanted from Eritrea. She eventually grew up in middle-class comfort in England, missing the hardships, deprivation, and war in Eritrea. But she also grew up with the fantasy of many adopted children of someday being reclaimed by the birth family, as well as the guilt of being curious about her birth family and seeming ungrateful of the adopted family. In Pools case, there were the additional layers of differences in race and nationality. Still, when a biological brother contacted her, she wavered for10 years before returning the contact. At nearly 30 years old, Pool returned to Eritrea to meet her family and reconnect with the culture of her birth. In this exhilarating and very personal account, she chronicles the emotional roller coaster of overcoming her insecurities and finding the courage to go and meet her extended family and try to blend together the very different parts of her life. --Vanessa Bush
zlib_text: DADDY'S SLUT
  JOHN ARGUS
  
  C h a p t e r O n e
  "This is really - nice of you," Hannah said, a trifle awkwardly.
  Her father grinned and shook his head. "It's no big deal. And it's the only way
  you could afford to go to school. Just remember our bargain," he said, eyes
  narrowing a little.
  Hannah nodded quickly. She hated being beholden to anyone, especially
  someone she knew so slightly - like her father.
  It wasn't his fault, she told herself. The divorce had been nasty, and she'd been
  just a little girl then. Her mother had fought and won custody, and then
  fought all his attempts at visitation, even moving halfway across the country to
  a small town that was little more than a flyspeck on the map so he could have
  nothing to do with his daughter. Her mother had never given her a good
  reason for that, and now she was dead, and beyond questioning.
  There was a little insurance money - not much, but enough to put her
  through school. Just. Just barely. But there wasn't enough to pay for room and
  