My Mom Abandoned Me With My Dad – 22 Years Later She Showed Up On Our Doorstep And Handed Me An Envelope

When I was seven, I asked him what my mother looked like. He didn’t get awkward or try to change the subject.

Instead, he pulled a small, worn photo out of the nightstand drawer and handed it to me carefully.

“She’s your mom, Dyl,” he said softly. “Of course, you should know what she looks like.”

She had soft brown eyes and auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders. She looked like someone in a shampoo commercial, beautiful, carefree, and untouched by life.

“Why did she leave?” I asked.

He sat down beside me and let out a quiet sigh.

“Sometimes people make choices we don’t understand,” he said.

“That doesn’t mean they’re bad people. It just means… they weren’t ready for whatever was happening at the time.

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