For 25 years, I lived with the mystery of my mother’s sudden disappearance. Then, one day, my grandmother appeared, revealing the heart-wrenching truth behind her departure. Growing up, I knew my story was different.
Raised by my single father, it was just the two of us from the beginning. He often shared stories from the early days, his face reflecting both pain and joy.
My mother, for reasons we never fully understood, decided she wasn’t ready for motherhood just days after my birth. Despite my father’s hope, she left without looking back, leaving him with many unanswered questions.
Life without her became our norm, and my father did his best to fill both parental roles.
As I grew, the absence of a mother figure became an odd fact of my life. My father’s hard work began to pay off, and life found a rhythm. However, something unexpected happened.
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