I was wrong.
Sometimes the truth doesn’t arrive slowly. It crashes into your life without warning, leaving you to question memories you once trusted more than anything.
I was twenty-two years old when everything changed.
Looking back now, I realize the signs were always there. I just never knew they were signs.
My mother, Dorcas, raised me alone from the day I was born. To the outside world, we were simply a hardworking single-parent family doing our best. To me, she wasn’t just my mother—she was my entire world.
She filled every role life had forgotten to assign.
She was the parent cheering the loudest from the bleachers.
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