# Genesis Blog
**Hi, I'm Tech Capo. Welcome to my blog chain. This is the first post, the
Genesis Blog.**
*Trigger Warning: family, suicide, trauma, deeply personal*
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I'm a human male, born before the Internet in a small town under a communist
regime. My mom didn't want me, she was studying medicine when she met my
father, they married but she got pregnant too soon. My father forced her to
have me. I owe him my life but unfortunatly it cost my mom's. She killed
herself when I was two.
My father's parents raised me in my formative years in a small village in the
mountains. Beautiful place. We grew our own food, we kept animals, we had a
small river at the backyard facing the most luring cliff I was never allowed to
climb. We produced zero trash. We had no TV but we had a phone, landline of
course.
I started wondering why my "Mama" is older than other kids' mommies. I rarely
seen my dad, he was working in a different town - the regime's been tearing
minority families apart by relocating folks all over the country.
I was four when my dad met my adoptive mom. They hit it off. My grandparents
seized the opportunity: here's a young mommy! My adoptive mom thought I
wouldn't love her if I knew she adopted me. They struck a deal and straight up
told me:
> Hey, here's your mommy.
I was very happy, I loved her at first sight. It didn't take much effort to
rewrite all my memories. She was my real mom all along, I just didn't remember
her because I was a dum dum. When you're a kid the world is confusion, you
can't get hung up on trivia like your mom's identity.
From then on we are a normal nuclear family, we move to my mom's place in a
big town. Communism falls, ethnical tensions rise, we emigrate. My parents
have a new child, my (half-)sister.
Fast forward 30 years, I have my own family with my own two year old son. My
grandpa dies and my dad finds a black leather wallet in his dress suit's pocket.
It has my bio-mom's picture, her graduation memorabilia and a bus ticket to her
funeral. He kept it there all along. He liked her a lot. Dad caves in, musters
courage, tells me everything.
Imagine that drop.
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*This is a blog chain. I'm linking the previous blog post at the end of each
blog post. This is the genesis blog but I can't leave it hanging. I'm linking
to Casey Rodarmor's Genesis Inscription, the beautiful skull that invented
digital cave painting. I find its symbolism appropriate. RIP mom.*
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