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My father threw me out of the house when he found out I was pregnant – 18 years later my son visited him
So I looked at my big boy and asked, “Are you sure?”
I asked no further questions.
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That afternoon, I drove us to a house I hadn’t seen in almost twenty years. The driveway was still cracked, just as I remembered. The porch light still hummed softly, even in broad daylight.
Liam got out of the car with a small box in his hands. I stayed inside, my palms sweating on the steering wheel.
Hands holding the steering wheel | Source: Pexels
He knocked twice.
My dad opened the door a few seconds later. From the car, I could see he didn’t immediately recognize Liam—how could he? As far as I knew, he’d never laid eyes on his grandson.
