My Sister Abandoned Her Baby With Me — Ten Years Later, My Parents Took Me to Court and Regretted It

My parents made rare appearances during that first year, always brief and always critical. My mother would come over, look around with thinly veiled disapproval, and make comments about how tired I looked or how cluttered the space was.

“You’re letting her cry too much,” she’d say. “But I suppose you don’t know any better.”

My father rarely engaged with Lily at all, keeping his distance. “Has anyone heard from Amanda?” he’d ask, voice tight with anger.

They declined to attend Lily’s first birthday, claiming a prior commitment.

Despite the chaos, Lily thrived. She rolled over, sat up, crawled, spoke her first word: “Nana,” which became her name for me. Each milestone was celebrated with photos stored carefully for a future where she might want to know about her early life.

Around month three, I hired a private investigator. He managed to track information suggesting Amanda had traveled to California, working at a restaurant in San Diego for a few weeks. Then the trail went cold.

It was both a relief and a heartbreak to know she was alive but choosing to stay away.

By Lily’s first birthday, I realized something profound. Despite all the hardship, I could no longer imagine my life without her. She wasn’t just a responsibility anymore. I loved her fiercely, completely, as if she’d been mine from the beginning.

Five years passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

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