I’d Been Ashamed of the Birthmark on My Forehead Since Childhood – 25 Years Later, It Changed My Life

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.

“I’m sorry… do I know you?”

He stared at me for a long moment before he spoke again, his voice raw in a way that made my chest ache.

I clasped my hands to stop them from shaking.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

He drew in a breath, like this moment had been waiting for him his whole life.

He paused, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed. “Later, she called and told me the baby didn’t make it.”

I swallowed. “I’m sorry, but what does that have to do with me?”

“She sent me a photo, just one.

The baby had a birthmark.” His hand lifted and hovered near his forehead. Right where mine was. “Right there.”

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