My mom raised me alone, but at my college graduation, my biological father appeared and claimed she had hidden the truth from me for years.

When my phone buzzed, she glanced toward the screen and smiled softly.

“Is that Mark?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “He just wanted to check in.”

She nodded.

“I’m glad you’re talking.”

“You’re okay with it?” I asked.

She looked at me before answering.

“Whatever you decide, I trust you.”

And she truly meant it.

I didn’t suddenly gain a father overnight.

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