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I spent three sleepless nights searching records until I found her obituary. My mother had died just a year earlier. I’d spent my entire life mourning a woman I could’ve known — if only someone had told me the truth.
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I spent three sleepless nights searching records until I found her obituary. My mother had died just a year earlier. I’d spent my entire life mourning a woman I could’ve known — if only someone had told me the truth.
Idrove to her grave, brought white roses, and knelt beside the simple headstone. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered through tears. “I wish I’d had the chance to know you.”
I turned to see an older woman standing there, hand to her chest. “You look just like her,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I’m Tanya — your mother’s sister.”
And just like that, I found what I never expected — a piece of the family I thought I’d lost forever.
Because sometimes, even when the truth hurts, it sets you free.
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