
I FOUND THE COFFEE SHOP WHERE MY BIOLOGICAL MOTHER WORKED AND PUT UP THE COURAGE TO TALK TO HER, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO EXPECT.
I found out I was adopted when I was 38 years old—just after both of my parents had passed away. I was their only child, so I had to take care of everything they left behind. It wasn’t easy. I sorted through their belongings, paid off bills, and handled all the paperwork. To save money, I decided to move into their house, which was now mine. That’s when my whole life changed. While digging through a dusty box in the back of a closet, I found a letter addressed to