My Mother Hated Me for Looking Like My Biological Father, but Everything Changed When I Finally Found Him

I grew up in a house where love seemed to exist for everyone but me. My sisters, Kira and Alexa, were showered with affection and gifts, while I was buried in chores. Dad was my only comfort—until the night he looked at me and asked if I was even his child. At fourteen, I used my first paycheck to buy a DNA kit. The results proved I wasn’t his. Days later, Dad discovered Kira wasn’t his either. He divorced Mom, supported Alexa alone, and left.

Mom’s bitterness hardened into cruelty. She blamed me for tearing the family apart, demanded rent, and let Alexa torment me. I counted down the days until graduation, and the moment I got my diploma, I left. On my own, I worked hard to build a life, though Mom and my sisters only ever called when they needed money.

One day, I finally pushed back. I told Mom I wouldn’t send another dime unless she gave me the truth. Reluctantly, she whispered a name: Rick. I tracked him down, heart racing, and when he opened the door, he recognized me instantly. He explained he had paid support until I turned eighteen but thought I wanted nothing to do with him.

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