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My boyfriend left me when I was pregnant because his mother didn’t like me. I’ve raised my son alone for 17 years. Today, I ran into his mother. She burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I’ve been looking for you all these years.”

My boyfriend left me when I was pregnant because his mother didn’t like me. I’ve raised my son alone for 17 years. Today, I ran into his mother. She burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I’ve been looking for you all these years.”

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I pulled away abruptly.

“Looking for me? Why?” I asked in a whisper, trying to control the trembling that coursed through my body.

Her tears fell uncontrollably. “You don’t know what I did… you don’t know what happened afterward. I thought I could fix something, even just a little…”

People were starting to stare at us. I wanted to scream. I wanted to demand answers. I wanted to tell her I didn’t need anything from her, that I had raised a wonderful son without her money or her name, that I had survived loneliness, temporary jobs, exhaustion, and fear. But the words caught in my throat.

She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself for a confession that weighed too heavily.

“I had to tell him something… something terrible. I forced him to leave you. And then…” She broke off, unable to continue.

“Then what?” I insisted, feeling my heart pounding.

Her eyes, swollen from crying, searched for me desperately.

“Then I lost him. I lost him too.”

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