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Too young. Too scared.
Too alone.
She’d called me her second chance.
We never talked about it again.
She died five years ago. The whole thing stayed like a bruise. I didn’t press on.
I kept reading.
“After my son was born.
I started looking for information. I wanted to know where I came from. I didn’t want to wreck anyone’s life.
I just needed answers.
Eventually, I found some records. I found a name that kept appearing with mine.
And our biological mother’s name: Mary.”
My hands shook. Mary. My mom.
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