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

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My brother’s footsteps thudded on the stairs. He poked his head into the kitchen.

“Are you guys okay?”

I reached out and squeezed Meredith’s hand. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

My story was still tragic, but I knew where I belonged now: with the woman who’d loved me and been there for me for as long as she’d known me.

“Thank you for being my mom.”

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