Lost Daughter- The story of Genevieve Hardy.

Hi! My name is Genevieve Hardy and this is the story of how I was reunited with my family. It all started back in June 2006; I was 15, when I started watching wrestling with my dad.

"Hey dad, it's time for wrestling!" I called to my father Andrew Sanderson (it will all make sense soon, I promise!).

"I'm coming Genevieve!" my dad called back. My dad slowly walked down the stairs to our living room and joined me on the couch just as Monday Night Raw started. (Again it will all make sense soon).

"Dad omigod, Look Summer Slam is going to be in Boston!! We have to go, can we go please?!?" I said jumping up as a commercial came on about Summer Slam.

"I will see what I can do…" my dad said with a fake smile on his face.

We continued watching wrestling and I laughed as DX blew fireworks up in Vince's car. That'll teach him to mess with them!

Next Day

"Ok, at work I will go online and try to get us some tickets to Summer Slam." My dad said as he got ready to go to work.

"Did you ask mom yet, if we could go?" I asked.

"Yes and she said that it would be ok, as long as you stayed with me."


All that day, while my parents were at work I looked online for pictures of my favorite stars. My all time favorite is John Cena, then there is Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, and last is DX. I couldn't wait for my dad to come home to see if we got tickets.


My mom and dad got home as I looked at them with an expectant look on my face.

"Hey Gen guess what!!! I got front row tickets!!"

"OMG DAD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I AM GOING TO SEE CENA UP CLOSE!!!!" I yelled with excitement. Both my parents laughed and hugged me. Little did I know that that day would change my life forever.

As we got closer to the date of Summer Slam, my parents seemed to become more distant. I didn't notice though, because I was excited about seeing all my favorite superstars up close.

Summer Slam

My dad and I took the train into Boston from our small town and went into the Garden (for those not from MA that means the place they held Summer Slam). I quickly got to my seat and waited for the show to begin. I watched all my favorites walk right past me and was surprised to see Jeff Hardy to come back. The weird thing was he looked right at me.


"Dude, you'll never guess who is here!" Jeff said excitedly to his brother.

"Who?" asked Matt clearly not in the mood to be fooled around with.

"Fine if you don't want to know, then I won't tell you, but I will tell you that she is someone that you think about everyday…" Jeff said

"Wait, who is it??" Matt asked more interested, having an idea of who could be there.

"Well, I think it's your daughter, Genevieve. Quick, show me the school picture that her adoptive parents sent us."

Back to me

I saw 2 men in black staff shirts and jeans walking over to me and my dad. They also had walkie talkies hanging off their belts. They came over and whispered in my dad's ear. My dad just looked over at me with a sad look on his face. He slowly got up, motioned for me to follow him, and followed the guys in the black staff shirts. I watched as we were brought back stage, it felt like everyone was staring at me. One of the men in the staff shirts knocked on a door, it opened revealing Jeff Hardy. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and motioned for me and my dad to come in. I saw Matt Hardy there, pacing the room as if in deep thought. Jeff went over, placed a hand on his shoulder, whispered into his ear, and pointed to me. I turned red and looked at the floor, until I felt a hand on my chin lifting up, so that I was looking into the teary eyes of Matt Hardy, suddenly he pulled me into a hug, and started crying. I just stood there shocked thinking why is he hugging me and crying? Then I looked over at my dad and he had his face in his hands. I slowly pushed Matt off and ran to my father.

"Dad, what's wrong?... Dad please answer me… please." I said starting to tear up as well, at the sight of my father crying. I had only seen him cry 2 times in his life, both when someone closed to him died. Why was he crying now?

"Sweetheart, I'm not your father…" as he said this I slowly started backing away from him.

"What are you talking about? Of course you're my father and mom is my mother, right?" I asked choking back tears.

"No, honey Matt is your father…" My so called dad said pulling me into a hug. I pushed him off and looked at him,

"Your lying, please tell me your lying, daddy! Please!" I said as tears streamed down my face. As he shook his head, my anger got the better of me,

"I hate you, all of you, Dad how could you lie to me? Matt, why did you leave me? Did you not love me?" I asked I started towards the door. I felt 2 strong arms wrap around my waist, stopping me from leaving. I turned around and was face to face with Jeff.

"No leave me alone, get off me!" I yelled through tears, as I beat my fists into his chest. Slowly, my fists slowed down and I wrapped my arms around his neck as my knees buckled, he and I slid to the floor, me on his lap.

"Why did he leave me Jeff? Did he not love me?" I whispered to Jeff.

"No sweetie, he loved you a lot, but he was young and the thought of a child was over whelming for him." He said as he looked down at me. I sniffled and buried my face in the crook of his neck. Just then I heard a knock on the door. I hear Matt answer the door. I looked up to see John Cena in the doorway of the locker room.