Carl meets his dad for the first time.

 This is my first attempt to write a flash fiction story.

Carl was adopted when he was a baby, 16 years ago.

He has always wondered about his real parents. What do they look like? Why didn’t they want him?

“I want to meet my real parents,” he told his parents a year ago.

The hurt looks on their faces tore at his heart.

“You’re my family and no one can ever change that. I just want to see them one time.”

They found out his mother had died a few years ago. Today he is going to see his biological dad for the first time.

“Why did it take me so many years to do this?” Carl asks himself.

His hands are wet with sweat and his stomach churns as he enters a room with dim lights.

On shaking knees, he approaches and stares into the casket.

“Hello, Dad, it’s me, Carl.”