For a moment, I forgot about everything else.
But Michael wasn't finished. And I wasn't prepared for what came next.
I don't remember.
“You really spent all those years looking for me?”
“Every chance I got. I just wish I'd found you sooner.”
Mom began crying again.
I looked at her, then remembered the envelope I'd found among Dad's belongings.
“Actually, Michael, there's something you need to see.”
What came next?
I placed the twenty-year-old letter on the table.
His smile faded. “That's my handwriting.”
“I know.”
He turned to Mom. “You received it?”
- Our Neighbor Drove My Blind Dad to His 'Treatments' for 8 Years – But When He Handed Me a Private Envelope at the Funeral, My Mom Whispered, 'He Promised Me He Threw That Away'
- I Was on a FaceTime Call with My Sister Planning Our Mom's Birthday – But When I Saw What Was Behind Her, I Completely Forgot How to Speak
- While My Father Was in the ICU, a Woman I'd Never Seen Before Walked Into His Room and Called Him by a Name I Didn't Recognize
She lowered her eyes. “Yes.”
