A puzzling photo
Among these, I found a photo of my mother with a man who wasn’t my father, sparking questions about my true parentage.
They stood close together, both smiling warmly—an intimacy that was unmistakable. The back of the photo was labeled ‘Summer ’85.
‘ My mind raced with possibilities: Who was this man? What was his relationship to my mother? This discovery added a new layer of complexity to my search for answers.