Metting dad in the airport

There hadn't been a day I remembered where I had an actual father figure in my life. I knew you existed but my memories didn't go back that far to include you in them. All I do remember was my mother and her horrible neglectful nature. She used me as a pawn to get money from you and she used that money to chain smoke and to buy clothes. I was never given many opportunities to do much, I was homeschooled and mother was… Less than smart shall I say? She isolated me and used me as a house **** when I wasn't 'learning' and I felt incredibly dumb being only just literate and unable to do any math besides the basics.

Any time I voiced my concerns I was hit and gaslit, being told over and over that I had it great. I just felt horrible, my situation and mental health becoming worse as I overheard my mother talking with an older man from out of town about an arranged marriage once I came of age. He mentioned a large sum of money and I felt sick as my mother's eyes lit up. I was being sold as someone's bride before I even had a chance to think for myself.

When the emails came that I was to go to America to finally meet you I was over the moon with excitement. You could be a three headed monster and I would think that it would be safer with you than it would be with mother. I was dropped off at the airport wearing a floral sundress pulling a large suitcase behind me with everything I needed for the month long stay in the states. After the long flight I stepped out into the terminal and began looking around, becoming nervous rather quickly as I realized that I was never told what you looked like… i'm sure it was clear to you when you saw me that I was completely lost and didn't know who you were