My Stepmom Raised Me After My Dad Died When I Was 6 – Years Later, I Found the Letter He Wrote the Night Before His Death

a random accident took him away. One stepmother stepped up and became the anchor I needed. Simple.

But that nagging curiosity never really went away.

I thought I had my life story figured out.

I kept looking in the mirror, wondering where I belonged.

“Do I look like him?” I asked Meredith one night while she was doing dishes.

She nodded. “You have his eyes.continue reading …