He said it casually, almost like a joke he wasn’t fully ready to land. “Mom is too much now, but coffee works.” And somehow, that one sentence held more weight than everything that came before it. The Life I Thought I UnderstoodFor most of my life, I believed I had already lived through the worst thing my parents could do to me. I thought the lie ended when I was seventeen—when I was sent away, alone, and told my baby had died. I built my entire adult life around that grief. A quiet house. A structured routine. A careful way...
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