One weekend at my parents’ house, while going through old photo albums in the dusty attic, I discovered a sealed envelope addressed to me. Inside was a heartbreaking letter from my birth mother, explaining she was too young and scared to keep me but loved me deeply.
Shocked, I confronted my parents, who revealed the truth: I was adopted. The secret they kept all these years shattered my world. Feeling lost, I searched for my birth mother, Sarah, and found her working in a small town diner.
Meeting Sarah was emotional. We shared stories, tears, and a long-awaited connection. She told me about her love and fears, and how much she hoped I’d have a better life.
Though my adoptive parents loved me unconditionally, this reunion gave me the answers I’d long needed. Now, I’m ready to embrace both families and the future ahead.
