To stand up for himself.
And one day, before he could even spell his last name, he called me Mom.
I never lied to him.
I told him the truth gently: he was chosen.
Another woman gave birth to him.
But I raised him.
He accepted that truth with a calmness that always humbled me.
Seventeen years passed like that.
And then one afternoon… a man in an expensive suit knocked on my door.
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