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I Took In My Closest Friend’s Child as My Own and Twelve Years Later, One Hidden Truth Tested Everything We Built

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Pictures of us holding hands.

Learning to ride a bike.

Sitting together on the couch.

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Then words.

Written in careful handwriting that grew steadier with time.

He wrote that he knew I was not his biological father.

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That he once heard me crying.

That he wondered where he came from.

That he believed his other parent might still be alive.

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