Story 4:
Story 5:
When I was 11, my dad taped a note to the fridge that said: “Don’t forget 3PM, Saturday.” He left it up for years. It became a joke in our family—no one remembered what it was about.
After he passed away, I finally asked my mom. Her face changed completely, “That was the day your real dad came to meet you. But your dad told him to leave before you got home.”
I never knew anyone else had wanted to meet me. She added quietly, “Your dad just wanted to be your only one.”
Story 6:
I grew up thinking we had three bedrooms. One for my parents, one for me, one for storage.
I never questioned it.
One day I helped my uncle move furniture. He asked, “Did they ever remodel your sister’s room?” I said I didn’t have a sister. He turned white.
There was no remodeling. There was a sister… She di:ed at age 4, and my parents never told me.
Her old room? The storage room. Still had her name carved into the closet wall.
CONTINUE READING ON THE NEXT PAGE 🥰💕
