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“Our biological mother died a few years ago.
I’m sorry if this is how you’re finding out, in case no one told you.”
“I didn’t know how to approach you,” she went on. “I found where you worked, but I was scared to walk in and say, ‘Hi, I think we’re related.’ I kept putting it off.
Yesterday, I came in to buy formula. I was exhausted.
I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting through the night.
Then I saw your name tag. Laura. I realized the woman ringing me up was the person from the records.
The one connected to Mary.”
I stared at that word until my vision blurred. She continued:
“I really was short on money. I didn’t plan that.
When I told you to cancel the formula, I felt like a failure. And then you reached for your own money.
But you still helped. In that moment, I knew something about you that no file could tell me.”
The last lines were short:
“I don’t expect anything. You don’t owe me a relationship.
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