My Mother Gave Me a Locket with a Stranger’s Photo – At Her Funeral, the Man Found Me and Revealed the Truth She Took to Her Grave
“My mother never even dated when I was growing up.”
He ignored that. “I was the man she was going to marry.”
I laughed once. “No.”
“It’s true.”
“No, it isn’t. My mother never even dated when I was growing up.”
His eyes dropped. “Because of me.”
I stared at him.
He reached inside his coat and pulled out a worn envelope.
Then he said, “And because I’m your father.”
I actually felt my knees weaken.
I grabbed the wall. “You’re insane.”
He did not argue. He reached inside his coat and pulled out a worn envelope.
From it, he took a few old photos.
In the first, my mother was maybe 19. Smiling so wide it hurt to see. Daniel was beside her, younger, his arm around her shoulders.
“Where did you get this?”
In the third, my mother was visibly pregnant.
Daniel stood next to her with one hand on her stomach.
My throat closed.
I turned the photo over.
In my mother’s handwriting, it said: We have to keep going, no matter what your parents do.
Then I looked up and said, “Where did you get this?”
“Then where were you?”
“We took it at the county fair.”
My stomach dropped again.
I whispered, “No.”
Daniel’s voice softened. “She loved you before you were born. None of this changes that.”
I shoved the photos back at him. “Then where were you?”
His face tightened. “Looking for you.”
I wanted him to defend himself.
I laughed in his face. “For 18 years?”
“Not well enough.”
I said, “Convenient.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I wanted him to defend himself. I wanted him to sound cruel or ridiculous so I could walk away and keep my promise to my mother.
Instead, he looked wrecked.
I could barely speak.
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