She Called Herself His Mother — But He Knew Who Truly Raised Him

Eight years ago, on a stormy night, a toddler named Max was left at the doorstep of the children’s shelter where I worked.

He had nothing but a soaked teddy bear and a heartbreaking note. His wide, solemn eyes stayed with me.

Efforts to locate his birth mother led nowhere—she had simply disappeared.

After months of searching, I adopted him, vowing to give him the love and stability he’d been denied.

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