The Mother Who Walked Away
My mom, Jessica, had me young.
Really young.
She and my dad, Greg, were barely adults themselves, and whatever held them together didn’t survive the pregnancy.
The day I was born, my father rushed to the hospital expecting to meet his son and start a family.
Instead, she handed me to him.
“I’m not interested in parenting,” she said. “You can do it.”
And just like that, she walked out.
No child support.
No phone calls.
No birthdays.
Just silence that stretched across 22 years.
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