long enough!”
Then she told me the truth.
The second baby had not died.
My parents had followed me after learning where I was living. My mother had wanted to bring me home, but my father refused. When they discovered I had given birth to twins, he bribed a clinic employee to report that one baby had died.
People & Society
They took my daughter while I was unconscious.
My father believed they could raise her without anyone learning that she was the child of their “disgraced” teenage daughter. They told the town the baby belonged to a distant relative who had died.
Doors & Windows
They named her Sofia.
My mother had spent twenty years calling herself Sofia’s grandmother inside the house and her mother in public.
I could barely breathe.
“You stole my child,” I whispered.
My father looked down.
“We gave her a good life,”
