I was born when my mother was just 17, and she made the difficult decision to place me for adoption. At 20 years old, I finally found her and approached her with hope. But when we met, she seemed afraid. She asked me to walk away — saying her current life couldn’t handle the truth. It was a painful moment, but I respected her wishes and left in silence.
A year passed, and I focused on moving forward. Then one evening, I received an unexpected visit from a man who introduced himself as her husband. He explained he had just learned about me and had discovered something important. From his coat, he pulled a box filled with birthday letters my mother had written over the years but never sent.
The letters revealed her true feelings — that she had thought about me every single day and had always loved me. Her words were filled with emotion, showing a mother’s care hidden behind fear and circumstance. Her husband gently shared that she was now in the hospital and wanted me to have the letters.
I went to see her. She smiled when I entered, and we finally shared a moment that had been delayed for years. That day, I understood her better. Despite the past, I saw her as someone who had always cared — just from afar. It wasn’t the reunion I had imagined, but it was one full of truth, healing, and a second chance at connection.