The boy disappeared a month later, and suddenly it was just me and my baby against the world. I worked nights, studied during naps, and learned how to stretch a single dollar like magic. Every milestone—his first step, his first tooth, his first heartbreak—I was there.
And I always told myself: He will never feel unwanted the way I did. On his eighteenth birthday, after we’d finished a small homemade cake, he sat across from me with a serious look I’d never seen before. “Mom,” he said softly, “I want to meet Grandpa.”
“Come on, Mom. It’s time.”
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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