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If you are reading this, it means fate has finally brought us together. I saw you today, and something in your eyes, in your smile… it was undeniable. The way you looked at me, the kindness in your heart. It shattered the walls I built around myself decades ago.
That blanket was yours. The photo is of you. Not the baby your parents told you about, the one who “died.” That was a lie. A painful, elaborate lie.
The words swam before my eyes, each one a hammer blow to my carefully constructed reality. I was adopted? My parents, who had always painted a picture of our perfect, loving family, where I was their cherished miracle child, their only child for so long… they had lied? About everything?
I could feel a scream building in my throat, but it died there, trapped. I gripped the paper, my knuckles white, and forced myself to read on, desperate for answers, dreading what I would find.
A mother comforting her daughter | Source: Midjourney
I was so young, so foolish. Your father… he was a good man, but married. He promised he’d leave her, build a life with me. When I told him I was pregnant, he vanished. My family disowned me. I had nowhere to go. I was forced to give you up. I fought, I screamed, but they told me it was for the best, for your future. They said they knew a wonderful couple who desperately wanted a child. A couple who promised to give you everything.
I never forgot you. Not a single day. I watched from afar, sometimes. I saw you grow up. I saw the life they gave you. It was a good life. But the pain of letting you go never faded. And the secret… it weighed on me, crushing me.
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