I Keep Visiting the Cafe Where My Bio Mom Works, Though She Still Doesn’t Know I’m Her Son — My Story
At 36, I discovered that I was adopted after finding a letter from my birth mother, so I decided to find her. But when I finally did, something unexpected happened. I had no idea what to do.
I was 36 when my parents died. My dad went first, dying of a heart attack in his sleep. My mother followed two months later as if she couldn’t live without him anymore. That’s kind of beautiful, in a way. A bittersweet way. However, I was their only son, and it was up to me to arrange everything.
I sorted things in their house, starting with important documents and accounts that needed to be settled. My plan was to move there, as their home was now mine, and I could stop wasting money on rent. However, there was one document that I never expected to find. A strange letter addressed to me was inside a box in my parent’s closet, along with some odd documents, and I had never seen these papers in my life.
