Questions from an inquisitive youth who's Grandma tells her that her favourite question to ask is 'Why.'

Hello,

I'm not exactly sure how to begin. I almost feel that I should be writing this with a quill and on parchment paper. I don't know you and you don't know me. I have paid your credit card in the bank once but you wouldn't have known that until now. This is going to sound more like an interview than a message to a person who participated in my creation but how do you even begin to write to a person like you whom I have so many questions for but I know that you are not looking for me. You know where I am. You are not curious and you must even have memories of my existence. So here, man with curly hair who I thank for that feature, are my questions. You don't have to reply. I'm not looking for a relationship. You knew where I was if you wanted one and I understand your situation was complicated so don't feel like this is going to set off some terrible spiral of events because these, these are just questions. Questions from an inquisitive youth who's Grandma tells her that her favourite question to ask is 'Why.'

1) Am I in any way foreign, relatives from way back when? I'm bored of being questioned about my origin and not being able to answer.

2) Do I have grandparents? Did they ever want to see me? Would they ever want to meet me... I do like grandparents.

3) Do you read?

4) I would kinda like a brief explanation of why you went, why you left. You don't have to feel like you need to cushion this for me, I'd really rather have the bare facts and reasons if you would.

5) Do you do crosswords?

6) What is your favourite colour?

I think for now that is all, thankyou for my bed when I was 11.

I'm watching Long Lost Families and I suppose my situation is somewhat a bit similar apart from the not being lost part. And that you didn't have to walk over the border into England... That's just happened in the episode i've just watched.

Thanks,

N.