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

The room felt suddenly very still.

Like the air had been sucked out and replaced with something heavier.

“Your mother… is her name Lila?”

“I don’t know. I was adopted as a newborn.”

His eyes filled, but he didn’t look away. Didn’t blink.

“She lied to me… she must have. It’s the only explanation.”

I searched his face, trying to steady my breathing. Trying to make sense of what was happening.

“You… you think I’m your daughter.”

He nodded.

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