My Birth Mother Abandoned Me in My Dad’s Bicycle Basket When I Was 3 Months Old—Eighteen Years Later, She Showed Up at My Graduation

chose you, it might hurt less.”

A sob escaped me. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“And later?” I whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me when I was older?”

“After a while, I didn’t know how to tell you something that might make you feel unwanted.” He looked at me. “In my heart, you were mine the moment I carried you through that graduation.”

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