My father kicked me out when I was 18 for getting pregnant by a guy he said was “worthless.”
That guy vanished, and I raised my son on my own. On his 18th birthday, he looked me in the eye and said, “I want to meet Grandpa.” We drove to my childhood home.
I was shocked when I saw what my son did next. He slowly reached into his backpack and pulled out a worn photograph—one I hadn’t seen in years.
It was the only picture he had of the three of us: me at eighteen, swollen with hope and fear… my father standing stiffly beside me… and the blurry sonogram I had proudly held in my hands.Continue reading…