
02/02/2025
I SPENT MY LIFE SEARCHING FOR MY MOM — WHEN I FINALLY MET HER, SHE TOOK ME TO THE BASEMENT.
I've spent my life searching for my mom. Foster home after foster home, I clung to the belief that she never wanted to give me up. The thought of her — her smile, her love — was my lighthouse in the fog.
At 20, I finally found her address. My hands shook as I wrote it down. All I had was a faint memory of her — a soft laugh, a lullaby. But it had to be her.
I dressed in my only suit, brought daisies and a chocolate cake, and knocked on the faded door of a small house. An older woman answered. Her lined face looked familiar, her eyes hauntingly so. My breath caught. "I THINK I'M HERE TO FIND YOU!" I said.
She stared at me, something flickering in her gaze. Then, her lips curled — a mix of a smile and a grimace. "NO," she said slowly, "I THINK YOU'RE HERE FOR WHAT'S IN THE BASEMENT."
My stomach twisted. "What? I don't understand…"
"FOLLOW ME," she said, already walking deeper into the house.⬇️
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