The Day They Fired Me, I Found the Family They Had Buried

I sat beside her and took her hand.

“Mom,” I said, voice breaking. “Am I adopted?”

She closed her eyes.

Then she nodded.

“I wanted to tell you,” she whispered. “Your father begged me to wait until you were old enough. Then he passed, and I was afraid. Afraid you would think my love was borrowed.”

I fell to my knees.

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