My parents threw me out at twelve for bad grades—years later, they mocked me outside my own company, still not knowing who I had become

older than I remembered. Smaller too. Age and regret had finally caught up with him.

My mother started crying before anyone said a word.

“Adrian… we made mistakes.”

Mistakes. Interesting word for abandoning a child.

I sat in silence.

Then I asked the question that had lived inside me for sixteen years.

“Did either of you ever come looking for me?”

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