I’d never met my father.
My mother and he divorced while she was still pregnant with me, and he gave up all parental rights. All I knew was his name and a few photos tucked in the back of an old drawer.
But when his time came, he accidentally stepped into my office instead.
I recognized him instantly. He didn’t recognize me at all.
I smiled politely and said, “I think your appointment is next door.”
He thanked me, walked out, and that was the only time I’ve ever spoken to my father—in my 30 years on this earth.
2. I Met a Wonderful Man—Then Discovered the Past We Shared
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